There's a knot inside of my brain, but at least it's not Elaine's
She's a saint
Then this righteous, red ribbon of mine, so low intertwines
'Round this trilling timberline
In the cold moonlight, there conquers a bright, shining light
In the winter's slow climb upon this heaving mountain of mine
And I couldn't see you
I couldn't reach you
Not to beseech you
But where'd it all go
From the time we were only but a couple of kindling, hindered young souls
I dance in the light
Just waiting for my ivory flight
So keep your shine
My dear Ivan, it's gonna be alright
Tonight
Tonight
I couldn't reach you
I couldn't feel you
Not to bereave you
But you've gotta move on
Like the time you were all alone, astride, wandering
I...