I sit for hours on end and listen to your love songs   and I imagine they’re for me   I am a fan folded up and locked, and your music holds the key   I bend my head low and bow down, I hush my voice down low   I almost cannot bear to listen,   but to close my ears would be to sow the seeds of my own death      this is a love song, no matter what, here is a love song, take it please   my heart is heavy with this love song, so let it go free upon the breeze   and take it away from me      I will silence my footsteps so that you can sleep   and after I’m dead my crumbling bones will grow the tree that shelters your grave   I will muffle my playing and stifle my cries   because I am a fan folded up and locked, and your music holds the key