the click of the mouse pierces my heart,

i stood next to your eardrum i think i got a little too close, because although i pretended not to hear, that's not something you can just forget

i'm tempted to perfect our established misunderstanding

oh i do do my best to be me

i know you, Boe  I think I'm starting to understand you, Boe

i used to be afraid of growing old until i realized the great big  trick,

the sun catches its breath, heaving, pushes night down to earth,

There is a Friend, He speaks of umbers, seekers

i had a neighbor named Bart who was sort of odd. he kept saying sorry for all the crimes he didn't do, and bent his head when someone cut him out of view.