These are the thoughts that keep me up at night

I sleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite

In love with a fool, feasting for my eyes

Fern dell, fern dell

I thought I knew you well

Follow the kicks and punches with the rest

Rearranged the furniture, hoping it would make more sense

But it didn't make a difference, it only made a bigger mess

Fern dell, fern dell

I thought I knew you well

Here comes malone fresh in from the cure

Slaughtered the sheep lined up on my windowsill

Something's gotta hold on me

Regrettably you never will

Fern dell, fern dell

Oh, fern dell, fern dell

I thought I knew you well