How far might a single note carry you?
It might as well be, to the end of this small world you stumble, my love, upon..
How deep might a bleeding muse sink you?
It might as well be, to the most excrutiating depths of the humblest teardrop, my love..
How long might a wound dance on you and scar you away?
It might as well be, til it all makes sense, until it all becomes clear.