Poor little fish, swimming in the water Hide behind the cottails of your father I've been alone so long I thought I'd never last Stuck up on a shelf like an old dusty hat
You put me on that throne Thought I saw Nick Cave down at the laundromat
You put your hand in my hand and that was that Your perfume on my sleeve You lit my life like a Christmas tree
You know a cold, cold heart sleeps awful well While the maids vacuum the hall outside my cheap hotel room
Where you are is who you are Where you are is who you are