About Felix - Papooz

She’s picking up the roses on his coffin

How they met when they were children

At only seventeen

And I am asking myself

Where would I be?

Ten years from now

Me and my lady

You try to be good

You buy what you see

And heavenly, all suddenly

Life gives you up

Forget about Felix

It’s hard to do

Forget about Felix

It haunts me too

The rabbi reads the scriptures

From an old book

As I’m looking at his picture

One of the last ones that she took

And I’m walking back home

Man, look at my feet

Freezing in the winter cold

One hundred and tenth street

And I’m trying my best to learn what it means

When suddenly, surprisingly

Life gives you up

Forget about Felix

It’s hard to do

Forget about Felix

It haunts me too

Forget about Felix

It’s hard to do

Forget about Felix

It haunts me too