Then she says   Why mince moats   If you feel like a patient,   Why not dress like one?      Then she says   Why can't I sleep?   Between us and with white sheets for three days   and sink down deeper than dreams      Oh, I'd love that   I'd be a mineral deposit,   A ball of mica inside a rock   I'd be a mineral deposit,   A ball of mica inside a rock   Then there'd be no whistles, no radios   No screams   Then there'd be no whistles, no radios   No screams      What could I say to that?   What could I say to that?   What could I say to that?   What could I say to that?   What could I say to that?   What could I say to that?