You've got me.
You've got me, so far.
Don't take me
Into the yard,
I'll die there
And rot
There, she goes
Here he comes
He's got a gun
And a bouquet of roses.
Don't hate me
Hate that bell jar.
We're all running
In circles, we come
And in circles we go.
We see the stars
But reach out to the dome.
I've got you.
I've got you so far
This moment
Will bounce and resound
Hither she comes,
and thither she goes.
Hither and thither we go.