Waltz

Am I here again? Same old fear again Old heart, old heart Sink the chasm Behold, how I come apart! What will remain on the surface of me? What will take place in my deep O and What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart? Now I'm here again Held by fear again Cold heart, cold heart Sink the fathoms Behold, how I come apart! What will be left on my surface? What will wake in my deep O and What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart? Out the door Down the path Through the gate Up the bridle way To the mist On the hill In the North wind Under the hanging tree Buried there With my letters Below the roots Bound in leather Dig the earth Cut the glebe You will find All that's left of me