And Where Have You Gone, Mr. Wolf?

Found these headlamps Watched them grinning down Grange Road Oh no Float like angels Come to take me down to, well You know Got these stretch marks Felt them feeling right at home And it shows Spread like angels' Wings come through My collarbone God knows Found this old stain On my tie, you'd think it's ink But who cares When it's darkening And it reaches out for legs Beneath chairs How am I feeling? Well aren't you paid to say these things? And all wings Are forgiving But you know that I'm not so into it Well it hurts so much you know Tiptoe through the window School days in the snow Come home and the dog growls What now? Well it hurts so much you know Tiptoe through the window School days in the snow Come home and the dog growls What now? It hurts so much you know Tiptoe through my window