She's a cork floating on the ocean
went astray and she found herself out there
can't break the yoke around her neck
can't take the burning smell of hair
we could die
when the wheat has turned to barley
that's a lie
you just made that up to please me
can't deny that the music won't release me
this is why I never feel sorry
I never feel sorry
I never never never never
I could die and you never even know it
in the violet I'd visit for an instant