You, you used to read Karl Marx, alone in the bath,
Whenever you were low, whenever you were low
You made cakes out of love and love out of hugs
Cause that is what you do, that is what you do
You made a paper boat
And you sailed all across the floor to the harbour by the door
You caught a bug in a jar and you named it Escobar
But your mother let it go,
Your mother let it go
You made a paper boat
And you sailed all across the floor to the harbour by the door
You made a paper boat
And you sailed all across the floor to the harbour by the door