You tried to turn away my fears Shouting metaphysics in my fifteen year old ears I dreamed all day of sneaking out the window A sigh for every other breath When you are joyful I feel better You catch a cold that lasts forever A quest and we are hiding in the shadows Beneath blue blazers and the smell of old books Your eyes are blue, your voice is deep In half a verse you sung my whole, whole world to sleep And in a classroom underground I am still aching for that old still sound Then we know that patience is the most important part What's the point of being patient for a broken heart? I wish I was as passive as a patient on a table It seems to me that you will die as soon as you are able