I
I don't like the clouds
They just might fall
Down
Smothering me
Oh I
I
I don't like the trees
The Pogles might
Be
Looking at me
Oh I
I
I don't like the sea
It's wanting to drown
Me
I don't know why
I'm like this
I
I do not like
Heights
And If I look
Down
I might just
Die
Oh yeah
All
All of this
And I'm only five
I could not
Understand
All the things
In my life
How could I
Rationalise
As a child
After all
Only five
Make with the Freud
All
All of this
And I'm only five
I could not
Understand
All the things
In my life
How could I
Rationalise
As a child
After all
Only five