Swing The Cellar Door

Wait-Wait-Wait-
 Before you go I want you to know
 All that you were and the sound that you made when you moved
 Before you leave I need you to see
 All that you mean, you would hardly believe it
 Sitting in the kitchen wondering how it is I'll tell you this
 When the phone rings, so i start right in then:
 We are shells or instruments, inside there's sound that speaks to us
 If you listen, and I've been listening
 And I'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullshit
 But maybe that's all I've got
 Maybe that's all I've got
 Sorry to confuse you with some foolish thing that misses truth
 But maybe that's all we are
 Around a brightly dying star
 These spiralled shells, so sexual, could out-reveal the texts we dwell upon,
 Or maybe not, but certainly
 A sound that's free can open me and easily
 Just rip my heart out, and start me shouting:
 This is how I feel... listen
 I'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullshit
 But maybe that's all I've got
 Maybe that's all I've got
 Sorry to abuse you with this ruthlessly sadistic music
 But maybe that's all I want
 (I'm just a really pretentious guy)
 But wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
 Before you go, I want you to know
 All that you were, and the sound that you made when you moved
 Before you leave, I need you to see
 All that you mean, you would hardly believe it
 You would hardly believe it...
 If i could just speak it...
 But this is how I feel...