Through your painted walls There comes a shining It hits the stained glass and gazes in fury Casting over me a green shed. Out beyond your little talks Lies my bewildering whisper It ends with a whimper And you say you didn't hear? Eyes that wondered about the precision of your blunders and the heart that sank into the volume of your tresses Look at me and say nothing. Can't you read it on my face, can't you feel it in my skin? I tremble in the waves you conquer I shudder when you love me for longer If paint fails you, I will rise from it.