all the sad boys come home with you drape you in garlands and sing their sad songs to you pour all their stories like rain through you all the sad boys come home to you all the green children pine for you they learned all your secrets and made up your mind for you although they were unkind to you all the green children pine for you all the pale grey stars shine through you your body fell prey to the transparent mind of you all blue ghosts search for signs of you all the pale grey stars shine through you1