Men come and go, mum and send me postcards from the islands, mum They are usually bohemians, artists, musicians, awkward children. Men come and go, mum. They offer me attics with a view to deep waters. I know they secretly crave for the ocean but their heart swims in shallow waters.
Men come and go, mum. The nights of love are stars that leave their trace behind. With a violence that seeks to steal the heart of a stray child.
Men come and go, mum. I wish I could bring someone a little bit closer But they, they come and go, mum leaving their change to my heart.
Men come and go, mum, with a smile that has turned into a grimace by now. And after they strike, they leave me with my dreams, all by myself once more.
Men come and go, mum. Am I to gain anything, if I bring someone a little bit closer, since they come and go, mum, leaving their change to my heart?