I lost myself inside the magic box, and it played my song, she played it, that jack in the box, that never sprung, would forever lie on deathly fields and decay, she held it in a pocket and then lost herself also, the tree was broken in half, and the book was disproven.

A person who stands on someone's feet stands for less than you, and those that sit around can make stuff up, but logic puzzles cause tree climbers to eat bees.

On the night of the greatest pain I fell into a trance and woke inside a strange place, and the wind was blowing, the curtains waved back and forth, and it was her, my special her in the other room upon the floor, with something in her mouth, that suddenly fell, but nothing said, but one word, stop.

I know it was never about love, and most people would wonder, but love had nothing to do with it, you would think about love for just a minute, let it rolling into you and smash you down, its so heavy to love somebody, its not the cookies, its not the plums and honey wine you expect.