Sister - An Pierlé

I haven’t got the brains

To say wise things

To tell true things

When you laugh

I haven’t got the strength

To tell you straight things

Ђ?Cause they are different

For everyone

Message blows at the sun

Grace

I’ve got a pretty face

Which automatically implies I’m dumb

Wise Japanese Master says

No time for Roo Di Ments

He’s in my head

And I just can’t get him out

All is said

And done

Sister is calling

In my head where she sleeps

Longing for desire

She’s afraid

It’s never to keep

Sister is moving me I haven’t got the guts

To preach you blue things

To talk about true things

I don’t know

Ђ?Cause I’m a chicken in the worst

Sense of the word

About these harsh things

Wanna be a friend to everyone

Message blows at the sun

I haven’t got the sense`

To say sound things

Nor profound things

I’m not strong

Ђ?Cause I am far too afraid to Be taken wrongly

Though I really say

Nothing at all

All is said

I’m done