In all my fantasies So many fly above my head I sighed see angry So many fly above his head He says, 'we always have these stars' Some street they're in My street street, now sold My street street, now mine Street street, now Street street So many fly above my sighs He sighs, 'we always have these stars' Some street, my human part is So many fly above your head I sighed, 'see them, be them' He sighed, 'such things are human' So many fly above my head I sense the angry part He sighed, 'such things they leave their pits' 'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he, I have sighed, 'Less of these: lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea' 'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he, I have sighed I have sighed, sighed, sighed He said, he said, he said