I want to vanish. This is my fondest wish. To go where I cannot be captured. Laid on a decorated dish. Even in splendor this curious fate. Is more than I care to surrender. Now it's too late. Whether in wonder or indecent haste. You arrange the mirrors and the spools. To snare the rare and precious jewels. That were only made of paste. If you should stumble upon my last remark. I'm crying in the wilderness. I'm trying my best to make it dark. How can I tell you I'm rarer than most. I'm certain as a lost dog. Pondering a sign post. Chorus. I want to vanish. This is my last request. I've given you the awful truth. Now give me my rest.