You say that as a child you used to play in the Calamari Park
but I know that it was only built two or three years ago
You say you know me well, that you saw me coming
you read me like a magazine - a competition questionnaire

Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves
And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made

You tell me that we both belong in another world
and the thing that moved you most was watching a migrating herd of buffalo
Which one of us came first? It's impossible to know
sometimes it seems we're only five and other times it's like we're 64

Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves
And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made

I never understand - we never follow any rules
but something lives in Senegal that tells me that we never, ever should
There are dogs that wander in the street that no-one seems to own
I always felt like one of those except I'm not alone now

Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves
And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made

You tell me 'as a child I used to play in the Calamari Park'
but it couldn't be so - it just couldn't be so
Yellow banners waving in the sun; the river's in the shade
and the mist grows cold as we watch the parade go by

Your life is stranger than the things that grow in mountain caves
And this is all a big surprise but nothing comes here ready-made