You opened a random book
to a forgotten page:
A formula for loneliness,
a recipe for age.

I never meant to bother you
disturb you happy life,
bu you took down that book yourself
and opened it to strife.

It was a lucky accident,
well, lucky just for me,
but you were taken when that page
fell open for you to see.

It doesn't make you happy,
it makes you ill at ease;
It wasn't what I meant for you,
I hoped that it would please.

Say the word, I'll go away
and leave you to your peace;
forget the ghost who passed your way
just paint your masterpiece.

I know I make you nervous,
I only want to say:
speak the word and I'll be gone,
I'll be gone today.

You woke me up to live again
I can't go back to sleep;
but I will not do harm to you,
I'm not that vain or cheap.

My life is in your little hands
It's up to you you know
to find a place within your heart
Or bid me now to go.