This Christmas time, when winter came around,
dear Michael saw some snow in P and Q...

I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...

Night
you are dark...

Now, cry! Oh, cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat...

One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...

Like honey dripping from a honeycomB
Oh you saw me, there, in the open for yoU...

I came to be the shadow behind your back,
the shadow underneath your feet...

I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store...

I was peeled
into the shape of a human...

Oh Texas! Oh Texas! Being reckless, I see
It’s all for a freedom that does not exists...

“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees...

If I were shooting stars traversing skies,
it'll be because I am in search of you...