In my prison cell I think these words
I was careless
I can see that now
I must be silent
Must contain my secret smile
You my mirror
I want to tell you
You my iron bars When I made a shadow on my window shade
But they're like the people chained up in a cave
They called the police and testified
By the Greek guy
Noe one understands
In the allegory of the people in the cave Why the dancing, shouting
Why the shrieks of pain
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves
No one knows my plan The lovely music
In my prison cell I bide my time
Always busy cooking up an angle
Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle
Always thinking
Sketching out the burning autumn leaves No one understands
No one knows my plan
I must be silent, must contain my secret smile
I want to tell you
You my iron bars
You my mirror
No one understands.
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