I hold an image of the ashtray girl
of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that describer her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night whist all on fours
She used to wathc me kiss the floor
What´s wrong with this picture
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it´s fated
(We) disintegrated it
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it´s fated
(We) assassinated it
For fear of growing old
Hang on
Though we try
It´s gone
I can´t stop growing old
