She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist She never smiles when she talks, it's bliss And I've heard her talking 'bout planets and stars What would it take for us to live in one Oh my, oh my She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist And she never smiles when she talks, it's bliss I'm trying to hold on the sight of her hair That blue-greenish colour that suits her so well Oh my, oh my, if I could draw A map of a place only I know Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars They meet underground to talk planets and stars Her chest lights up wherever she goes The room has no colour 'cause she steals it all Keeping in silence she smiles on her own She finds it funny, how I can't talk Oh my, oh my, if I could draw Draw a map of a place only I know Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars They meet underground to talk planets and stars Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, if I could draw I'd draw her a map of a place only I know Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars They meet underground to talk planets and stars Suddenly wake up, oh on my knees Now that I know that she doesn't exist