These things I say br These things I write br They'll end up in the new book of hate br For i always seen it as it was to late br For a new life to start br That cast out for a restless night br For my soul has been told br For i lost this contorl of warmth br Of what i had in sight br At last there was a Light br For the eyes of the bright br But to the slightly to the right br I was compared to be unlike br For these things I say br For these things I write br Was in the state of the dead mind- br Of minebr br nic Leisurebr br