They cut a hole
Through the earth in your soul
Ties you to a tree, in a soft and shiny cellar
Those soft, shiny instruments
Those softly chiming instruments
The strumming of the instruments
Those softly chiseling instruments

Fresh bullet wound
Like a little red finch
Clutching with the tiny tines of its claws
His chest
And Teddy went right on speaking
They were tougher, in those days
Our prosperity has won us the right to be wimps
And we're making the very most of it!

I fell in love with Helen Keller
I fell in love with Helen Keller
The clarity of her clear glass eyes
The heavenly light in her bright glass eyes
The warm clammy fingerspelling of her hands
Helen Keller spelled love in my lap
Over and over and over again