She believes In the mystic things I cannot see In the blood, in the wine In the oil that divides I'll find a that will reverse All the times I let you down Of course, it's worse for you than it ever was for me There's probably a proverb Or a parabola that's parallel to you Please say to me All the colors that we used to see Bright leaves, TV And the awkward see full green Shame, royalty I'll find a that will reverse All the times I let you down Of course, it's worse for you than it ever was for me There's probably a proverb Or a parabola that's parallel to you... and me