Katrina knows where the dollys go To the dark places in the garden And Katrina feels with the edge of a knife Through the fog that cuts her open
Kettle's boiling in the other room Didn't know it would end so soon I'm not clinically dead But that's the message going to my head Cause I'm too
I'm shooting through the stars tonight Can't you see me I'm a flash of light Don't know where I'm heading, hopefully the moon Don't know where I'm
Well she wants to take it far And she tries Tries and tries so hard I see her with her new shoes and make-up on She'll have to make it up, make it