• I can feel you
    'Neath my skin.
    Weeping tears that
    rust the tin.
    I can hear you
    even in
    The Himalayas
    from within

    The sound is weak
    The words are stro-ah-ah-ong
    Help find the strength
    to ca-arry ah-ah-on

    I can feel it
    In my bones
    The words long written
    in forgotten tomes
    I can read you
    you haven't changed
    our last words
    so estranged. . .

    The sound is weak
    The words are strah-ah-ah-ong
    Repenting at this
    To carry ah-ah-on

    I can feel you!
    I can't trust this!
    I can't hear you!
    I do love thi-ih-ih-hiss!

    The sound is weak
    The words are stro-ah-ah-ong
    Help find the strength
    To Ca-arry ah-ah-on.