Everybody blends together in the end though I know I’ll never lose affection. And when I am done and buried, good people, with my face turned to the sun, would you stand and moan for my pretty little girl, and think what I have done? My father was of the sky, good people. My mother was of the world. And I am of the loony verse and I don’t know which is worse.

Nobody told you how to unfurl your love. We were all diverted. All perverted. Almost all our love is sleeping. Only sleeping. Don't wake me. Don't shake me. Can't you see?

So many years I was searching good people. So many tears I cried to the ground. Now I can see you and be you, my baby, but I’ll only let you down.