Of Letters, Huntsmen and Broken Strings

I‘m a piece of candy

You got from your old aunt

I‘m the shabby nickel

That you found in your brothers pants

I‘m the letter of a lover

From years long gone

I‘m the line that is stuck in your head

From this one particular song

But I can‘t hide

I can not hide

This true nature of mine

I‘m the weather in april

I‘m a sun behind clouds

I‘m a little boy crossing fingers

Before he vows

I‘m a chaser, I‘m a hunter

Crying before he shoots

I am Adam and you are Eve

Trying all kinds of fruits

But I can‘t hide

I can not hide

This true nature of mine

La la la ...

I‘m a glass of bad wine

And the headache postdrinking too

I‘m the cigarette in green

That keeps you thinking about chocolate fondue

I‘m the string that is breaking

Because your passion has gone wild

I‘m the wounded who is faking

Pretending that he is fine

But I can‘t hide

I can not hide

This true nature of mine

—REPEAT