She's a cork floating on the ocean went astray and she found herself out there can't break the yoke around her neck can't take the burning smell of hair
we could die when the wheat has turned to barley that's a lie you just made that up to please me can't deny that the music won't release me this is why I never feel sorry
I never feel sorry I never never never never
I could die and you never even know it in the violet I'd visit for an instant