Locked in this room, nothing to do
Look at the wall, think about my head
Cry in the night, smile in the day
Watch all the birds think about my voice
Wish I was dead, glad I'm alive
Sand on the floor, lie on the bed
Be with myself, ask myself why
Make up a story that I can never tell
[...] was a strange affair [...]
He was [...]
Full of simplicities
Full of [...]
He took me for a call boy, but he realised I was more
I said I'd call back
Sitting with [...] was a strange affair
He knew his life was [...]
He was eager to write, he scribbled music furiously
He placed the piece in my hand
He looked happy and contented
It was the last I've seen of him
[...] was a strange affair
I called 'round to his apartment
The police were there
They wanted to be let in
I said [...]
He wasn't there
So I ran out into the street, clutching the music