Finding a perfect pitch? Who knows it might not reach. Finding a perfect pitch? Who knows it might not reach.

I just imagine now how it would be to slowly fade away I just imagine now how it would be to slowly fade away

Pain is a Poem. Pain is a Parody. Played to a Pitch. Piped by the Piper. Pain is a Poem. Pain is a Parody. Played to a Pitch. Piped by the Piper...

And karma is the pitch. Everyone's turns comes. And karma is the pitch. Everyone's turns comes.

I looked imploringly into your dove shaped eyes. You stood silently holding your flute, Your eyes ca... I looked imploringly into your dove shaped eyes. You stood silently holding your...

You are easy to read, traces of pain shower a river on your face You are easy to read, traces of pain shower a river on your face