wait-wait-wait-   before you go i want you to know   all that you were and the sound that you made when you moved   before you leave i need you to see   all that you mean, you would hardly believe it      sitting in the kitchen wondering how it is i'll tell you this   when the phone rings, so i start right in then:   we are shells or instruments, inside there's sound that speaks to us   if you listen, and i've been listening      and i'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullshit   but maybe that's all i've got   maybe that's all i've got   sorry to confuse you with some foolish thing that misses truth   but maybe that's all we are   around a brightly dying star      these spiralled shells, so sexual, could out-reveal the texts we dwell upon,   or maybe not, but certainly   a sound that's free can open me and easily   just rip my heart out, and start me shouting:      this is how i feel... listen      i'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullshit   but maybe that's all i've got   maybe that's all i've got   sorry to abuse you with this ruthlessly sadistic music   but maybe that's all i want   (i'm just a really pretentious guy)      but wait! wait! wait! wait! wait! wait!   before you go, i want you to know   all that you were, and the sound that you made when you moved   before you leave, i need you to see   all that you mean, you would hardly believe it      you would hardly believe it...   if i could just speak it...      but this is how i feel...