Words can never justify That I have never spoken Communication broken I try to understand My wordless, little language Is all you'll ever need To reach the bottom of my basement
She'll guide you through her midnight hall And offer you a place on the Gallery wall Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history She quotes from texts on papyrus You gladly follow when she takes Your hand and lead you further down The corridor
You peeled the fruit but threw away The stones did it taste sweet?
