Poor Little Fish

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

But then you came along

You put me on that throne

Up into the sky

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

Up into the sky

You know a cold, cold heart sleeps awful well

While the maids vacuum the hall outside my cheap hotel room

Then the shit came down

Exploded to the ground

Up into the sky

Where you are is who you are

When you're sleeping

Where you are is who you are

When you're sleeping