Turn your eyes to the page Read about the living age Polish up your crystal ball Check the night before it falls Let it go Please beware of nature's witch Picks her berries from your ditch And you'll be gone Turn you into Orobas Turn you in; not one of us And you'll have words to say about that Let it go (Shredded evidence) Not so much as a word Not so much as a clue Not so much as a trace Disappear into the blue Hell appears your living end Where you're left you will suspend And you just dangle They boil the fat, we chew the weed They make the facts, we can't succeed Without a little trick up your sleeve Let it go Not so much... Turn your eyes to this bed; let it go Turn your eyes for me she said; let it go Clear your mind of other thoughts; let it go Take my hand, you astronaut; let it go Not so much...