Married young what's done is done Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening We started playing house too soon it seems Our Swedish furnishings are
Past passions pass right by me now it's ashes on the balcony You didn't want me to forget you And it's easy living in Tree City Don't wake the Dutchess
and let go Enter the Fatalist Oh we try so hard Oh we try, try so hard to get out of this What is behind it? The omniscient it Yes, Fatalist, Fatalist, Fatalist