I have some debts from the past that I'm stuck with
I carry them round in a bucket
Make me wanna say fuck it
Fuck it all
I have a handful of nephews and nieces
I have a love I'm in love with
I know rare that real love is
How lucky I am
And I have some lines on my face that are mine now
I guess they really define now
The markings of time now
Or something like that
So look at me, Ida
What do you dream about at night?
I dream of holding you
In a world so cruel
Look at me, Ida
What do you feel with both your eyes
I feel nothing new
I feel nothing new
And I have a house and a chair for to rest in
Making some room for children
If we're lucky enough for children
Though we may not
And I have a slight little chip on my shoulder
I turn some awful thoughts over
I keep my words in a folder
Saves them having to rot
So look at me, Ida
What do you dream about at night?
I dream of holding you
In a world so cruel
Look at me, Ida
What do you feel with both your eyes
I feel nothing new
I feel nothing new
Look at me, Ida
What do you dream about at night?
I dream of holding you
In a world so cruel
Look at me, Ida
What do you feel with both your eyes
I feel nothing new
I feel nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
Nothing new
