..She lives in this house over there. has her world outside it.
Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers And her mouth,
she's five years old.Threads worms on a string. Keeps spiders in her pocket.
Collects fly wings in a jar; scrubs horseflies And
pinches them on a line...She's got one friend. he lives next door.
They're listening to the weather.
He knows how many freckles she's got. She scratches his beard.
She's painting huge books And glues them together.
They saw a big raven; it glided down the sky..she touched it.
Today's her birthday; they're smoking cigars.
He's got a chain of flowers And sews a bird in her knickers.
They're smoking cigars,
lie in the bathtub...a chain of flowers.
(bjork/sugarcubes)
