Lotte Kestner Compasses
What I want sometimes Is a roof somewhere The same one each time Like a real woman
Home, to be home To be home To be home
Like a black sea turtle Swimming back Sailors who sail Without compasses
Right, to be right To be right
If the stars stick why can't I If the stars stick why can't I If the stars stick why can't I If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I If the stars stick why can't I If the stars stick why can't I
