Her,
It's...
Hard to hear us?
Help us...
and, kindly heal us.
There's so much to hear,
That I fear,
We can't hear...
Her.
Let us confer,
With Her.
There's so much to see,
I can't see my way through,
To see much of anything,
At all.
Gotta let the lumber fall,
I can't see the trees,
Through the forest.
To this situation,
I must confess.
There's so many textures,
That press my flesh,
I must confess,
I can't feel,
Anything at all...
Let the lumber fall,
I can't see the trees,
Through the forest,
I must confess.
If I open my mouth,
It seems I'll find out,
That I can't taste,
Anything at all....
Gotta let the lumber fall,
For I fear,
We can't even see the trees,
Through the forest,
I must confess.
If my nose knows,
I can smell good from bad,
And, I'm smelling,
As if I've been had.
Don't know if I can smell,
Anything at all....
Gotta let the lumber fall,
It's so hard to see the trees,
Through the forest,
I must confess....
Don't know if I can hear anything at all.