Swing The Cellar Door

wait-wait-wait-

before you go i want you to know

all that you were and the sound that you made when you moved

before you leave i need you to see

all that you mean, you would hardly believe it

sitting in the kitchen wondering how it is i'll tell you this

when the phone rings, so i start right in then:

we are shells or instruments, inside there's sound that speaks to us

if you listen, and i've been listening

and i'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic [bad word] 
but maybe that's all i've got

maybe that's all i've got

sorry to confuse you with some foolish thing that misses truth

but maybe that's all we are

around a brightly dying star

these spiralled shells, so ual, could out-reveal the texts we dwell upon,

or maybe not, but certainly

a sound that's free can open me and easily

just rip my heart out, and start me shouting:

this is how i feel... listen

i'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic [bad word] 
but maybe that's all i've got

maybe that's all i've got

sorry to abuse you with this ruthlessly sadistic music

but maybe that's all i want

(i'm just a really pretentious guy)

but wait! wait! wait! wait! wait! wait!

before you go, i want you to know

all that you were, and the sound that you made when you moved

before you leave, i need you to see

all that you mean, you would hardly believe it

you would hardly believe it...

if i could just speak it...

but this is how i feel...