Lover, can't you find peace, no? Oh what you do that you can't explain Don't make the sin, no violins Don't touch a thing Bring a broken wing Downwards softly Unchain the wheels And arrange the room as it feels Ask yourself, do you feel as I feel The birds Intrinsic and aloft Eclipsed the words Carved the way down Carved the way down Carved the way down Desperate means to a desperate end My life under And the reins of discontent My life on The devil's left arm I'll take to the west, take to the plains And the condors and the rarity of the rains Truth above, I'm not the same Don't stop Treading on Haricots Don't stop Treading on Haricots Treading on... Haricots [Reader Rabbit chat]