I'm lying as far out 
Towards the edge 
As possible 
So far out 
That i'm almost tripping over 
You lie behind me 
Your breath is heavy 
You're sleeping 
There are some screws 
That are coming loose 
From two holes in the wall 
The plaster's sifting down 
Resting like sleep-sand in my eyes 
There's a cabinet (Hanging over my bed) 
Filled with all my secret things (Filled with all my secret things) 
Every night i lie (Staring at it) 
I'm so afraid that it will fall down 
Onto my face 
I know what is keeping 
My cabinet from falling down 
It's very a small bird 
Made of ceramics 
Fastened by a thread 
To the bottom of the cabinet 
When you're awake 
You play around with it 
Then i get so scared 
That the thread won't be strong enough 
I'm hiding my head under the pillow 
Hoping that 
The bird won't fly away 
There's a cabinet (Hanging above my bed) 
Filled with all my secrets things (Filled with secret things) 
Every night i lie (Staring up at it) 
I'm so afraid that it will fall down '
Cause what if the cabinet (Were to fall down) 
And what if it hit my face (Would you get frightened by) 
The things that you would see (The things that you would see) 
Or would try to mend it (Would you even try) 
There's a cabinet 
Hanging above my bed 
Filled with secret things