(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) In a play where the actors die You told me you were thinking of The clothes-line in the attic In a play when the shirts are dry You showed him the vaccination mark On your upper arm I will try to frame your face I will try to speak your name Das Maedchen im Pelz The elevator's gone In a plane where the stewards charm You told me you were falling Out of the highest tree in the world In a plane flying to Helsinki Somewhere in a forest A tree is falling down I will try to frame your face I will try to speak your name Das Maedchen im Pelz The elevator's gone In a play where the actors die You told me you were thinking of A bathroom hung with dripping blouses