These are the thoughts that keep me up at night Asleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite In love with a fool, feasting for my eyes
Fern dell, fern dell I thought I knew you well
Follow the kicks and punches with the rest Rearranged the furniture, Hoping it would make more sense But it didn't make a difference, It only made a bigger mess
Fern dell, fern dell I thought I knew you well
Here comes Malone fresh in from the kill Slaughtered the sheep Lined up on my windowsill Something's got a hold on me Regrettably you never will
Fern dell, fern dell Oh, fern dell, fern dell I thought I knew you well