If in a year you feel the tinge in a song you sing it wide in a word you lie, in mine you try.. If in a second its a sound astride of keys a wound unwind me before I lose the terse word tied inside It's lived here for a gilded age rose at the pained dawn and scented a jilted pair... it is us If inside for you it moves for me it simply belies the ungainly feigns and surprise... it just tries For the simple love in me, it is just us