Not my address, it's my father's house
All my cleverness, it dumbs me down
Pretty books, trust in someone else
All this know-how makes me love less
Imagine now you're on a ladder
Every ring gets you higher and higher
Splitting syndrome of knowing and wisdom
One so heavenly, the other elevation
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Take the blow with some fortitude
I roll my eyes with teenage attitude
What am I supposed to do?
Drown Ophelia to keep loving you
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Not where I live, it's my father's house
When towers fall, you find a secret hatch
What am I supposed to do?
Can't find a black cat in a dark room
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ooh
Ooh, ooh
