All-knowing girl, sad and dissatisfied
Angry at all, throws out in vain
Knows enough to know, but not to realise
Worldly words don’t a traveller make
Say that you can – Where you gonna go?
Say that you can't – What you gonna do?
Turns to the table, no eyes offer sympathy
Mirrors seen selective scenes
What’s for desert? What must they think of me?
All-knowing girl, blows on her flame