Из альбома: They Spent Their Wild Youthful Days in the Glittering World of the Salons
rabbit we were younger
we were older
we were foolishly cool
but discomposed
unsung is the way
slowly to disclaim
i'll stand ready just don't be confused
mountain brings forth a mouse
much cry and little wool
anomalous
we're not just usual
it comes in the way i stand
a stabbing wound
it stung
all i do is try to move on and on
it's tearing the heart out of you
rabbit i've become wrong
see i dwell on, deluded
thinking that i'm strong