Be Quiet, be quiet It’s not your fault if you’re screaming. Be quiet, be quiet It’s not your fault if you’re dying I’m sorry, sorry, so sorry, you can’t see me. She talked to me, so gently Said she’ll come and take me and move to the moon She’s not quiet, not this time As I wish to hear, her dying breath I’m sorry, sorry, so sorry, you can’t see me. We’ll be together, but now until then I wait for madness to give me my smile The arms of being, will open slowly To feast at the table of your dying wish I’m sorry, sorry, so sorry, you can’t see me.