I lay in my bed, eyes on the ceiling

See him. See her. And I feel some feeling

With a need to see San Francisco leaving

My hands like birds in the autumn season

Fly away now, so I can leave my room

Because my peace, yellow-green, is a witch-hazel bloom

(Right here, I am right out of the bloom)

Feel the joy. Feel the pain. Feel it breaking too

(Right here, I am right out of the bloom)

Feel the joy. Feel the pain. Feel it breaking too

Feel the joy. Feel the pain. Feel it breaking too

Feel the joy. Feel the pain. Feel it breaking too

I feel feeling

I feel feeling

I feel feeling

I feel feeling

Feeling, feeling, feeling

Feeling, feeling, feeling

You sit in a bed

Knee to chin and screaming

While our frame of silhouettes

In the Charles is swimming

Feeling, feeling, feeling

Feeling, feeling, feeling

You sit in a bed

Knee to chin and screaming

While our frame of silhouettes

In the Charles is swimming