Go ahead, weave your spell. Give it your love and weave it well.

I let it preside over unwanted advice. I held my tongue, no problem.

I always knew you to be mysterious and free. Perfect timing, every time.

Hearing dolphins laugh at the collaged photographs, you swam for miles no problem.

And yet, I know I’ll never know what you were thinking the night you took off from this world.

Wandering down a pathway lit by visions

of beautifully strange, strange hearts mostly doomed from the start.

Your heart will always be mysterious and free

Your heart will always be mysterious and free

Your heart will always be mysterious and free