I see a monkey (?)The way that we used toHe's got his head in his headsShe's staring at her shoesHer spirits talking but her body's standing in the wayHer spirits talking...We were thieves under that blanketLike magnet polesPulling out the poisonFrom deep within our solesI was a blind man,Reading your body like BrailleI was a blind manI thought I heard you saySomething beautiful in your own wayYou were softeningFloating on the breezeOf my memoriesWe live with our eyes half openThe sun spinning 'round the roomIn the wisdom of words unspokenYou saidSomething beautiful in your own waySomething truthfulYou were softeningFloating on the breezeOf my memoriesSomething beautifulSomething truthfulI hear a softeningFloating on the breezeOf my memories
