I see you coming down in your cherry wool coat Bare to the throat like Marie at the Mill Where might you go from your lowly amour Where they hoard you like gold in a hill Sink from my side to the cold river-bed Marie, you go ahead, I will follow in time The work keeps me here with a few pioneers Magnetizing a permanent line Save for the coat, there was nothing to bring It was found you could sing, you were sent to the bay At seminary you passed and were buried I rose there the very next day For if you were born at the wrong time, my dear Just keep trying and trying and trying again As for the end, it is not what you fear You’re just slipping a glove from your hand Like this Down, down, down, down your wrists Down, down, the list of lives Husbands and wives Dozens of times around again and then I will be born of the girls, heartbroke, alone and to rot And coat me the heir of labour and myth I crossed the Atlantic from Boston to Nantes On the hand of my dear Mr. Smith Then came his talk of perdition and sin Like a cold winter wind come to blow me away I was impatient and I sought education On stage on the Champs-Élysées I left on my own with the clothes on my back And my old name intact, and my own bills to pay I left him in debt with his feathered [?] Alouette, je te plumerai I had the honor to sing Mendelssohn On the Ternary lawn, for the brave and the few But it was my joy to be called to Bayreuth For who toiled as a slave comes anew A prince, a gentler worthiness And [?] one, who ruled a king May wander in rags, for things done And undone and done and undone and done I wed Mr. Russak, a fan And producer of amateur music all lambent in pearls Held court in Newport, amused myself before I threw off the veil of the world And when in time he sank under the sea What he deeded to me was enough to begin As secretary and past emissary I rose through the ranks from within My carnelian snuff bottle carved as a peach And a small sterling wagon, well, that was part of a set Confined to the waters of Eliot Beach Left behind with your Pall Mall gazette It was not luck put me there by his side When the old Colonel died, and the adepts appeared And oh, what they shared, well, you had to be there But I’ll tell you if you wanna hear Henry, your work here is done Annie will carry it on Marie, write it all down Till the keynote is found You run it up and down and round and round and round So I did as I could All the gaps of the [?] for good and only good Through some lands that I've long forgot I won to write clean and only transcribe the thoughts of The boy from the beach, with his pervious soul Go a little, teach, I got you, do it as you’re told And even so, there is danger here in the Sun Honey, tell me what has Sirius done? I hear it all, though I cannot assume Long may you follow to the octagon room And the boy from the beach, look at him go [?] I see the clock on the wall, I hear the knock on the door, but that is all And when my work here is through Henry, will you find me anew Little stranger, my old friend Woo me and win me again, and again, and again All over again All over again All over again There’s a lodger in me Larger than me Saw the cross in the garden where your process came to be and cut you free Though your father tried to reunite with you, and yet he was allowed to die Despite the lies we are grist in the mill On the list I'm Helios still, Sun-Wielder Brunhilde Spun in shields Running round, and round, and round And round, and round, and round, and round