Brittle Crushed & Torn

Many were the years I was brittle, crushed

And tore your name from leaf hearts

And blades of grass that were lost in the haze

And it's funny he still loves me

And it's funny he still loves me

Call her name, she dreams of you

Send her your regards

In the flesh is what I want

But no, you're a weak man now

Where did you go, fantasy

Were you lost in the haze

Were you free

Life is a rambling end

When you are gone

When you are gone

When you are gone