Everybody, just hold hands! Weeping willow, won't you wallow louder? I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay just to lift your long face. And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave your precious long face. And our bones they make break, and our souls seperate, why the long face? And our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil: why the long face? And darlin', we will be fine but what was yours and mine appears to me a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes. We could stand for a century, staring with our heads caught in the broad daylight at this thing, joy, landlocked in bodies that don't keep, dumbstruck at the sweetness of being, till we don't be... but what is this craziness, this crazy talking? You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking. It was a dark dream, darlin' it's over - the firebreather sleeps beneath the clover. All my bones they are gone, gone gone, keep my bones I don't need none. How much love can a boy contain in here? How many contradictions can a girl possess up there? These questions are too ambiguous, try to narrow down your search. Somethings i know; it's hard; it's easy to forget where you came from if there's no question of your return, such selfishnesses trivialises any tenderness. A fire turns in my guts, and my face screws up in delight.