In my prison cell I think these words  I was careless  I can see that now  I must be silent  Must contain my secret smile  I want to tell you  You my mirror  You my iron bars  When I made a shadow on my window shade  They called the police and testified  But they're like the people chained up in a cave  In the allegory of the people in the cave  By the Greek guy  Noe one understands  No one knows my plan  Why the dancing, shouting  Why the shrieks of pain  The lovely music  Why the smell of burning autumn leaves  In my prison cell I bide my time  Always thinking  Always busy cooking up an angle  Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle  Sketching out the burning autumn leaves  No one understands  No one knows my plan  I must be silent, must contain my secret smile  I want to tell you  You my mirror  You my iron bars  No one understands  No one knows my plan  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------