Many were the years I was brittle
Crushed and torn your name from leaf hearts
And blades of grass that were lost in the haze
And it's funny, he still loves me
And it's funny, he still loves me

Call her name
She dreams of you
Send her your regards
In the flesh is what I want
I know your weak manner

Where did you go, fantasy?
You're lost in the haze when you're free
Life is a-rambling when you are gone
When you are gone
When you are gone