I know you, I knew you Now the song and the air run right into a swell And it rings out: “There’s a quiet here, I just need to close my body down—rest where old refrain meets the sound” And hold (the place holding the notes you’ll always know) back everything It starts with your veins, and not a vision—framed—just waiting for you Brush aside the paints that shake you Green hues near unspeakable are at my door Shades of comfort fill my world Now leave me here (All praise be to Stipe)