Clarinets, harps, cellos
Delicate fingers on delicate strings
Snapping any moment
I want to be rough, want to be heard
My tongue is stolen, hands in my heart
Living there temporarily
While me, floating outside of my body,
Go from flat to flat
Man to man, woman to woman
Lesson to lesson
As I don’t know what to learn
And working is too disastrous for all concerned
I sing to ease the pain
I play to cure my brain.