She let me in her life, she let me in her body. She let me in her home, as she sat on her high-horse throne. She let me in her room, and she let me down.
One of these days, you’ll come back down. Down from that tree, where from on top – you could see. La-Ob-Da, Da-La-Ob – on and on, the children would sing. A feast never known to man that miraculously, you will bring. You’ll be sorry when I’m gone.
You take your time, I’ll rush to save the day – from someone who didn’t love you in the same way. This is how the story ends, stare off into the distance as you begin to gain a friend.