my windowpane is a little cracked one day i ll mend it wipe away my tracks i met a crab today in my backyard i tried to smile but it was too hard i watched that crab from way above from beirut s mainland to the shores of love her eyes are reeling wheeling feeling through my mind my name is stanislas your face is kind i m going to take you take you take you take you to my home of faded purple and ancient gold i could trim the garden if i felt inclined or i could buy a dog and lead the blind inside the kitchen or beside the fire it s much the same the flames don t get no higher her fingers touched me stroked my eyes ran through my hair my name is stanislas your face is kind take me take me take me to your home of faded purple and ancient gold my head is sore i ve slept so bad i dreamt a whore sat on my table mat perhaps my dreams are good to know but i feel so bad and my head hurts so your lips are moving turning curling into smiles my name is stanislas my name is stanislas my name is stanislas of that i m sure now i am stanislas of that i m sure