Glass Chalet

There's another one that I wrote to the tune of

Let me see how it goes

I've lost my way

And when this is done

I'm running away

And when I have gone

I'll be where I'll stay

Like a bicycle

And bright blue waves

And I'll shave my head

And forget my name

'Cause I'll kill it dead

Yes, I'll kill it dead

If you couldn't understand what I was saying back then

You wouldn't need to

I'm being really serious here

I'm digging up old bones

Use a trebuchet

I'm throwing stones

From a glass chalet

Hope it comes back home

Like a boomerang

Hit my frontal lobe

See it set free

I still have hope

But I kill it dead

Yes, I kill it dead

I hope, oh

Between you and me

It sounds horrible