The Holly Golightly Syndrome

You're afraid and
You don't know what you are afraid of
A Sunday Evening
A long goodbye
The future
Is where we belong?

If only we could find a real place like Tiffany's
Nothing bad can happen to you there
All the neurotic disorders
Are silenced by the sudden realisation
Of a bright and impending future

I don't want anyone to put me in a cage

I don't want anyone to put me in a cage
But , Baby I'm already in one
Whether or not I'm in Brazil or Somalia
I built it myself
He said I love you
So what?
So plenty ...

If I could find a place like Tiffany's
Then I'd buy some furniture
Give the Cat a name
Curb my neuroses
And be a paradox no more