Privacy - Arto Lindsay

Standing by the window looking out doors

Could be any port in any storm

Two shiny things getting very snug

You’ll never get that giraffe through that door

Sitting in a penthouse with no floor

Fire would like to say goodnight

I like the way you hold your horses

Can’t buy a tree house on a storm

Your privacy, all around me

Your privacy is my poverty

Your privacy, all around me

Your privacy

Your Morse code mouth my piracy

All these strings all this confetti

Try to pretend you invented secrecy

Fish swallow fish tail first

Your privacy, all around me

Your privacy

Your privacy, all around me

Your privacy

Your privacy, all around me

Your privacy

Your privacy, all around me

Your privacy