He may stretch but he won't tear He may give but he'll never care He's got sunken eyes and a head full of static feels (?) and when He dreams he's a dreadful smear of red and black And a choir of tears But haven't cried out in so many years And though he may catch on with practice and reprieve I do believe he's a long lost cause She may bend but she won't break What she'll give what she'll never take She's got wounded knees and a heart that aims to please And when she dreams she is a piece of sound Of quiet nights but quiet tears run down her checks she whimpers and? Of course of course he wants to be near But I'm afraid he's a long lost cause