strung in the wind I called you   but you did not hear   you're a plant that needs poor soil   and I have treated you too well to give up flowers   oh, I have been too rich for you   farther than the sun from me, farther than I'd have you be   and I go north, I get so cold   my heart is lava under stone   you are not worthy, you are not worthy   with your calculating eyes spinning figures   you cannot see me   and if I tell myself enough I'll believe it   you are not worthy   the sea it freezes over to trap the light   and I'm in love with being in love   and you were never quite the one   in gerda's eyes, fragments of what you've become   and all the moths that fly at night   believe electric light is bright   you are not worthy, you are not worthy   with your calculating eyes spinning figures   you cannot see me   and if I tell myself enough I'll believe it