Sister (An Pierlé)

I haven’t got the brains To say wise things To tell true things When you laugh I haven’t got the strength To tell you straight things ‘Cause they are different For everyone Message blows at the sun Grace I’ve got a pretty face Which automatically implies I’m dumb Wise Japanese Master says No time for Roo Di Ments He’s in my head And I just can’t get him out All is said And done Sister is calling In my head where she sleeps Longing for desire She’s afraid It’s never to keep Sister is moving me I haven’t got the guts To preach you blue things To talk about true things I don’t know ‘Cause I’m a chicken in the worst Sense of the word About these harsh things Wanna be a friend to everyone Message blows at the sun I haven’t got the sense` To say sound things Nor profound things I’m not strong ‘Cause I am far too afraid to Be taken wrongly Though I really say Nothing at all All is said I’m done