(Verlaine)

The passion of Anna

Kept her awake

But not aware of things

That easily break



The darkness determined

To burn and to free

Anna wonders

Will this exit please



A serious song, she said

Of my heart and in my head

Sometimes I think to let this go

This serious song I hear

Telling me my love is near

I must lay down but I'm not tired



The passion of Anna

So full of doubt

Watches her lead her love

From drink to drought



Makes it her fellow

Some kind of goat

The passion of Anna

Must remain remote



A serious song, she said

Of my heart and in my head

Sometimes I think to let this go

This serious song I hear

Telling me my love is near

I must lay down but I'm not tired



She makes up schedule

From five till five till five till five

Somehow the train never arrives



The passion of Anna

That statue will fall

And reappear with shadows

As they call



And take it to dry out

Like rules or a lie

They lay up on a hill

Where no sun shines



A serious song, she said

Of my heart and in my head

Sometimes I think to let this go

This serious song I hear

Telling me my love is near

I must lay down but I'm not tired



Just the rhythm

The rhythm of the rain on the roofs tonight

It's got me seeing funny things

Thinking all kinds of things

Tonight I'm thinking of petrified wood

It's funny,

It's funny, isn't it?