Many were the years I was brittle
Crushed and tore your name from leaf hearts
And blades of gra**, that were lost in the haze
And it's funny, he still loves me
And it's funny, he still loves me
Call her name, she dreams of you
Send her your regards
In the flesh is what I want
I know you're a weak man now
Where did you go, fantasy?
You're lost in the haze when you're free
Life is a rambling end when you are gone
When you are gone, when you are gone