Talk to me friend, talk to me, talk to me I am listening to your advice Slowly, slowly, please, slowly We have a lot of time Sometimes I would wish, would wish That you were I To see clearly, not just Visualize Many people said Oh I'm lost, I'm a bastard Oh I'm lost Those same people pray For the best, for their own brothers So why would I quiver but quiver a little Then burst in laughter Quiver a little Read all the books and you will find Nothing new has been hidden underneath the sun Integrity is sometimes hard to climb But if I look up, not down, and maybe who knows I might go a bit further up there, further up there Many people will say Oh you're lost You are a bastard, you're lost And those same people pray For the best, for their own sisters And so I will only just quiver a little Then burst in laughter Oh, life is as cold not literally as in Greenland Where snowfall is the norm As opposed to the ray of sunlight But, like a boy who woke up one night To see his poor mother on the floor And he screamed "Mother, mother wake up Wake up, mother!" So why would you waste a lot of your energy On what, what people might say Just quiver a little Then burst in laughter Just quiver a little Quiver a little Quiver a little Then burst into laughter Quiver a little Then burst into laughter Quiver a little And get back to your stride