Staring her in the face seemed to be the truth,
The belated and undeniable truth.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love it I do
The instant burn and flash in a loop.
Though it can get old and tired and bored,
The same thing over and over, the same old chord.
Though when she stares me right in the face, 
I don't even flinch, no, I don't even pace.
And she says ‘you needn't have fear’
I believe her, and invite her just a little bit near.
And when she pricks me with her little needle
It melts away, the chapel, the steeple.
‘The laughter’ she says, ‘Is it music to your ears?’
I just shake my head and say ‘no, not for years’
She takes my hand and says ‘I know where you fit!’
So she takes me there, im not scared, not one little bit.
‘The singing,’ she says, ‘Does it make you love spring.’
I blink my eyes and say ‘not a bit, not when it rings.’
She says ‘Yes, you’ll do well, you’ll fit in nice.’
So climb into her clutches and her touch feels precise
As if she's done this before, and she does it again
And this is where I go into the dark, my friend.