Carried a lost butterfly out
Of the subway station one day
Guess it was my birthday
Guess it was the moment.
Moved out of the city
Out of my third floor place
A bed and a table
A chair and a stove
Don't give me luxury
Give me a ground floor place.
Passing by the registration office once again
Filling in the blanks
Place of birth, southern hemisphere
Cities, villages, islands
I do know a good deal about streets.
The only difference
My ancestors owned land
In this area of the world way back in the day.
See, my mum taught me manners
How to behave as a guest
Shouldn't I apply as long as long?
Hosts do ask: When are you leaving?
But never ever the entity Earth
Oh boy, I should apply as long as long.