Sanoja: I Am Kloot. Natural History. To You.

The gods and the saints preserve you,
Cos nobody here deserves you,
I?m living my life in flashback,
Since I lost my card or cashback,
And I?ve gone to wrack and ruin,
Since I don?t know what you?re doing,
There?s no clear or present danger
That I see in any stranger.

Someone, somewhere said to me,
Will someone somewhere set me free,
Wont hurry up or harry me,
Will someone somewhere marry me
To you, to you, to you, to you.

The line on the screen has broken,
What once was asleep has woken,
I cover your face in make-up praying
You?ll one day wake up,
I?ve littered my life with magic,
Yet I?m neither dead nor tragic,
The gods and the saints preserve you
Cos nobody here deserves you.

Someone, somewhere said to me,
Will someone somewhere set me free,
From all that I?m supposed to be,
Will someone somewhere marry me
To you, to you, to you, to you.

Someone, somewhere said to me,
Wont someone somewhere marry me
Wont hurry up or harry me,
Will someone somewhere marry me
To you, to you, to you, to you