"Strawberry Salesman" lyrics

I wanna be held again
(Have) A stairway to my past
Cause when I look up at clouds
They never seem to last

So I’ll lit a fire
And burn my photographs
I wanna be something
I can’t understand

The moment I felt so nice
There were no questions asked
My breathing was fine within
I never thought you’d lie

I really can’t grasp the fact,
Theirs not to reason why,
theirs but to do and die
Like treacle for my eye

So I’ll lit a fire
And burn my photographs
I wanna be something
I can’t understand

Well I don’t mind
I don’t care
I just found
A strawberry salesman’s mind

Can I be held again?
I wear a crown of thorns
Confused as hell today
A rumbling sky to descend

I wanna grow old again
Have a story to be told
Cause when I look up at clouds
They never seem to last

Recording "Look Out From Schmidt"