Now I am versed in silence My throat hurts, not from yelling but from holding back I won't say E, A, I, O or U Taking on brown on and off the aisle Genuflecting with the middle brow Soon to be mouthing Q Block my eye, off the vine Relief from a moth-eaten mood Tap my spine, that grapevine's been creeping all over my hue Gone to the eaves - to the world (the whole weave) Clouds of vampire bat wool leave me deaf to your rosaries Block my eye, off the vine Relief from a moth-eaten mood Tap my spine, that grapevine's been creeping all over my hue Down a peg, downward fire How down can dim get? Stranded in a mutant pattern, likened to all heck Tapped out of all desire, turning to regret Relate or relax Block my eye, off the vine Relief from a moth-eaten mood Tap my spine, that grapevine's been creeping all over my hue