I was looking at the leaves, climbing to the tops of the trees...
But you were nowhere to be found;
Just beneath all the green you were buried like a little seed...

Among the roots and underground.
I was licking at the leaves, but I was in short sleeves and you,
You were like some sickness that I caught;

And my sweetheart moved away, swept off like garbage in the alleyway...
And I need more grace than I thought.


(Oh, please, brother, I am far...brother, I am far away...brother, I am far away
from everything.
Oh, brother, I am far...brother, I am far away...brother! I am far away from

everything good!)

She's like a hot cloth on a fevered head,

And like a needle she leads me (while I follow like thread)
Tie me up! Untie me! All this wishing I was dead is getting old...
IT'S GETTING OLD!!

...it goes on, but it's old.

I was swimming through the waves for what must have been days...

But could find no relief;
When I started sinking down I thought for certain I would drown...
Until I saw you in the ocean,

Underneath all the bright colored fish tell of a treasure in a dull shell...
"Such subtlety, so easily missed!"
You, my hidden pearl of pure and perfect love,

And I'm the living example of 100% the opposite of this.

(If I ask the same questions...well, yes, sir, I ask the same questions...

Well, maybe I repeat myself from time to time.
But if I ask the same questions...and then I know I ask the same questions,
It's because everyone who answers me is a liar!!)


She's like the hot cloth on a fevered head,
And like a needle she leads me (while I follow like thread)

But you untied me...didn't You untie me, Lord?
And now I haven't even thought about killing myself in almost five months.