Locked in this room, nothing to do
Look at the wall, think about my head
Cry in the night, smile in the day
Watch all the birds think about my voice
Wish I was dead, glad I'm alive
Sand on the floor, lie on the bed
Be with myself, ask myself why
Make up a story that I can never tell
Was a strange affair
He was full of simplicities
Full of
He took me for a call boy
But he realised I was more
I said I'd call back
Sitting with was a strange affair
He knew his life was
He was eager to write, he scribbled music furiously
He placed the piece in my hand
He looked happy and contented
It was the last I've seen of him
Was a strange affair
I called 'round to his apartment
The police were there
They wanted to be let in
I said he wasn't there
So I ran out into the street, clutching the music