11th of December
Frank Alva Buecheler, Neil Hannon
Please don't come, father
Even though we are far apart
We've always been so close
I like imagining you, Lou, and the little one
Under Californian sun
Here, it's dark and overcast
Dr. Eisenstein is very friendly and he knows what he's talking about
I see him every day
He said my hair would fall out
I've had it cut very short
Ray came by
He showed me how to buy a turban
Like the Arabs when they travel through the desert
Sand and drought lie ahead of me
I'm hungry
Sometimes, maybe think of me
When you go to the beach
Your son