In a play where the actors die
You told me you were thinking of
The clothes-line in the attic

In a play when the shirts are dry
You showed him the vaccination mark
On your upper arm

I will try to frame your face
I will try to speak your name
Das Maedchen im Pelz
The elevator's gone

In a plane where the stewards charm
You told me you were falling
Out of the highest tree in the world

In a plane flying to Helsinki
Somewhere in a forest
A tree is falling down

I will try to frame your face
I will try to speak your name
Das Maedchen im Pelz
The elevator's gone

In a play where the actors die
You told me you were thinking of
A bathroom hung with dripping blouses