she is trapped inside a month of grey. and they take a little every day. she is a victim of her own responses. shakeled to a heart that wants to settle. and then runs away. it's a sin to be fading endlessly. yeah but she's alright with me. she is leaving on a walkaway. she is leaving in disarray. in the absence. of a place to be. she stands there looking back at me. hesitates and then turns away. she'll change so suddenly. she's just like mercury. yeah but she's alright with me. keep some sorrow in your. hearts and minds. for the things that die before thier time. for the restlessly abandoned homes. the tires and weary rambler's bones and stay beside me where i lie. she's entwined in me. crazy ans can be. yeah but she's alright with me.