Ooh, into my view, Can't you feel the pain? We can sit together, We can talk again. The people (?), Will frown behind their doors. Their eyelids closed, On man-made souls. Ivory towers, and casket loans. White-upon-white, Marble floors. Make green birds, And little green legs, Little (?) with red on their heads. How lush, was the forest, In the (?), Can't you see the pain?