Are you the boy with the golden earring?
You're here, until you feel like disappearing
You're a stereotypical Gemini
You need your other half to identify

So set yourself free
To be perishable is the greatest luxury
Is this your idea of heaven
And if you make a wish at eleven eleven
Would you rise from the Earth into the sky
And release from all these little white lies
They'll look back and say that they knew ya
And they'll call you Petunia

Lately I have been feeling quite contrary
Like a birth at the mortuary
I'll let all my fears become endangered
I do desire that we may be better strangers

So set yourself free
To be perishable is the greatest luxury
Is this your idea of heaven
And if you make a wish at eleven eleven
Would you rise from the Earth into the sky
And release from all these little white lies
They'll look back and say that they knew ya
And they'll call you Petunia