Knocking knock nacht
my grandfather The Kraut has your nose in his fingers
stirring in sleep like a spoon to a soup
putting your nose wick'd on the alter of my waking
Knock nacht belly in knots
see what the candle lit
Knocking knock nacht
my grandfather The Kraut has your nose in his fingers
stirring in sleep like a spoon to a soup
putting your nose wick'd on the alter of my waking
Knock nacht belly in knots
see what the candle lit
