A six-thread design
Of plucked harmony
She came to me, sighin’
Of worlds I can’t see
So I sit here, still tryin’
To set her words free
And somehow sometime
She’ll remember of me
Of the elsewhere contrivance
What came inbetween
And the patient alliance
We taffied to be
So I sit here, still tryin’
To set her words free
And somehow sometime
She’ll remember of me