In the '70s
Giraffes wanted to be clowns
But it didn't work too well
It seemed like a weird coincidence
Watch
Nearly standing still
A foolish thought
Somehow
Reality opens up possibilities
To walk in a daydream
Alone in solitude
Thinking
There's nothing but giraffes and clowns
It all looks the same
And I don't wanna be here
Look at all of them walk around
With no sense of shame
And I don't want to be here