The weather seems so fresh today
And the birds are chirping
And the trees are dancing,
Yet my heart is wandering into a different territory
For the blooming of the flowers seems different
Oh what heart that blooms!
For the walls are closing in
And my breath is running short
As I gasp for air
In the wantonness of this place
I die, I die, I die in fumes!
Write me a letter
And I shall close the casket;
Oh the quiet genius...
She is quite the spellbound freak
With a thousand books in the air
And her body lying on the ground
Oh what mind wanders this much
In the middle of the day?
I miss my quiet lover,
For my quiet lover is dead
Oh it seems so much to endure
I cannot break my own heart, or can I?
A thousand books have so much to tell
Oh kill me dear bardess...
Kill me with your satisfying lies
And tell me, is it worth dying?
For my quiet space has been invaded
And fallen is the security of others
As I begin to write my story
Do birds lie down in the wilderness
Or do they just fly?
I guess we will never know
In the midst of filming
And roses sound like bells in the aftermath
Oh where does my dying heart bleed now, quiet genius?
Does it bleed over yonder way
Where the hills speculate my departure?
For I\'ve always wanted to know my endearing
On this earth that is abroad.