let your body sway and swing to the tune of paradise coming soon just listen to this lovely lady sing reaching me there was music in the meadow a girl with flowers in her hair but i passed by on the highway you know i didnt seem to care when she called my name much later in a paris night life trance she held out her hand to me but i didnt know how to dance with one so kind and graceful with one so kind and pure i left her , no i ran from her not wanting the simple cure she was reaching in the night from fright for just one soul that she could trust it seems to me - shes dancing wild on the sea like each and every one of us like each and every one of us a childhood misgiving comes to me through this mellow air breaking my sweet intoxication driving me to despair for the love of a lifetime is nothing more than the love of now again i see her reaching out again i dont know how the things that mean so little could grow so large and bold in the crazy minds of children locked out in the cold reaching in the night from fright for just one soul they can trust it seems to me theyre lost on the sea like each and every one of us like each and every one of us still there is a silence few dare to comprehend for it is deeper than the darkness of a soul that will not mend and yet its not too far off from any of us standing in the forest nobody thought thats the problem i guess shed be the one to walk out like she did she made a scene yeah it was so ugly it was beautiful but you had to know someone would have the guts to silence you in time and shes standing in the forest trying to put to death all those things you taught her all the smart things you said since she was very young in your school , your lovely school but still shes not completely free for she hears what youd say here and so can not see the forest for the trees and back in the classroom though shes not there in spirit a hundred drowsy zombies pretend that they dont hear it this buzzing in your words or the song in their hearts yes she just said bury the dead and it was poetry in motion a case of god in love perfect art and shes standing in the forest trying to put to death all your fine observations all the witty things you said since she was very young now shes forgetting every one as she stares up at the stars a dim and dying voice stutters no , no , the human eye cant see that far but she sees farther than you thought or did you ever think ?