A Riddle歌词

I told myself it was a riddle
that way I felt not in the middle
of a caravan east and a rattling tyre
I hurt my hand on those stinging nettles
and we couldn’t find where you put the kettle
there were frozen leaves stuck to the metal and wire
When it burns on my feet and the window’s down
when it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground and say

The car that we bought from my brother
he sold it when he yelled at our mother
and I’ll be selling it for another, I’m done!
Told myself it was a riddle
that way I felt not in the middle
of a caravan east and a rattling tyre
When it burns on my feet and the window’s down
when it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground
And say