There’s an elephant at our table
It’s my reflection in her tea
She is eager shivering and nervous
Having just told me
Taking her hand I fake some fable
Something reckless wild and free
About the ones who claim to love us
They also think they own us
Me?
I only know what feels right
Why be so uptight?
I only know what feels right
Every man needs his indian summer
So his life’s not a tragedy
Only the rich get to lie among such flowers
You can sit beside me
I only do the things that are real
Taste touch hear and see
Don’t be a victim of your own ego
You can learn a lot from me
I only know what feels right
Why be so uptight?
I only do what feels right
