Are they vagabonds in your phrases  Drowned voices in the edge of time   Amid peals of laughter   In stillness and my beast goes rapidly and hides     My wild thoughts of you   Do they feel this time   See it through to the end     Part is wasted and part stille goes   I won't heed your call   I have left myself here and   I won't let you go   (I may lost myself but your scenes still goes)     My wild thoughts (of you)   Do they know (if I'm guilty)   (Make me wear) this time   See it through to the end