Tiny bits of memories,
They trickle down from somewhere deep inside...

Deep in the Big Swamp,
Somewhere near the 'Glades...

There was a time, not so long ago,
Happiness permeated, love could still grow...

Souls cast into the brimming crater floor,
Growing madness has clamored aboard...

When I frown,
When I ponder...

Summer is waning,
As am I...

I would take it all back,
If I knew the magic words...

If you sing the song,
What could possibly go wrong...

So they say you can't come home again,
What if I said I could go back up the yellow brick...

I won't let you kill him,
I cannot see a man less because of this...

Nothing seems more sad, when I see that old woman,
A dedicated wife, really a saint...

Spewing along the dingy walls,
Creeping, crawling, on the edge of light...