Today I heard the message In clear and purple prose Of matrimonies vestige Does it belong to the unknown So where is bliss Nothing ever shows Wistfully we persist Today I heard you crying About vulgarians abound Pushed till you believed in dying But in each other we are found So where is bliss Heart as a stone Wistfully we exist Least we feel the same We know they're rudimentary It would be strange to think we're found For we got lost in longing Sweet to know To know that you're around So where is bliss Let us atone