Your poor witness. Crying so loudly on the floor. Oh well she's only trying to tell you. What it was that she saw. She is only trying to tell you. What it was that she saw. Now see her standing on the table. With her small arms flailing. And you feel such compassion. In your soul for. Your mute witness. Still testing the strength. Of our patience. Oh well she's only trying to tell you. What it was that she saw. She is only trying to tell you. What it was that she saw. Now see her pointing to the Frisbee. With a memory so fuzzy. And her silent words. Describing the sight of last night. 4 A.M.. Northside Clapham Common. Oh god what was she doing there ?. Will she sketch the answer later ?. Well I will ask her. "Now dry your tears my dear". Now see her mime in time so nicely. It would all have been so clear. If only she had never volunteered. "Your taxi is here my dear". La la la-la...