I am looking for something I cannot find,
So I asked fairies to grant my wish at night.
Replace what is irreplaceable,
my glass is completely full.
To hold a door open, undeserving of life's hard worked earnings.
It always ends up like this,
picked pockets, no sugar crisps.
A drifting paper chasing ' from behind, not again this time.
Going on, moving along, and picking up crumbles from your big plate.