Looking for someone, I guess I'm doing that,. Trying to find a mem'ry in a dark room.. Dirty man, you're looking like a Buddha,. I know you well - yeah..
Please, I beg you, hear this humble voice. Please, pale orchid flower, music of my soul. Alone upon the windswept way. Descends the nightingale. She swoops to soothe my aching brow.