I know you, I knew you 
Now the song and the [bad word] right into a swell 
And it rings out: “There’s a quiet here, I just need to close my body down—rest where old refrain meets the sound” 
And hold (the place holding the notes you’ll always know) back everything 
It starts with your veins, and not a vision—framed—just waiting for you  [bad word] aside the paints that shake you 
Green hues near unspeakable are at my door 
Shades [bad word] fill my world 
Now leave me here 
(All praise be to Stipe)