O, God, tell her that you Love her
show her that Your way...

She took the leap
from death to life...

Let me see myself as I really am
just stumbling, bumbling fool...

Tumbling, bumbling, stumbling down
falling, sprawling on the ground...

Dark and silent, shoes and clothes
quiet words inside me rose...

Can you see him, Katherine Lucinda
as you dance with your angel friends up above...

There she goes
off to crazyville...

I'm not wanting
inhibitions...

Green little circles
adhered in a bowl...

Is there really safety in numbers
like telephone numbers...

Beneath our layers of fashion
and hair and pretention...

All this murky, thick, and dark
i cannot see or hear or feel...