Dizzy - oh dizzy. . Scorpio rising on the horizon. Thunder tumbling from the mountains. Harpy sirens strangle silence. A piece of mind - left dying. .
And outside the sky is falling. People dodging raindrops, staying dry. And inside I never gave a damn. About those outside people anyway. . And it hurt me.
Dear Joan, I've almost forgotten the pane in the window. The blue dress in the doorway. Dear Joan, help me remember the face I forget. And the traps that I've sprung.