I sit for hours on end and listen to your love songs
and I imagine they’re for me
I am a fan folded up and locked, and your music holds the key
I bend my head low and bow down, I hush my voice down low
I almost cannot bear to listen,
but to close my ears would be to sow the seeds of my own death

this is a love song, no matter what, here is a love song, take it please
my heart is heavy with this love song, so let it go free upon the breeze
and take it away from me

I will silence my footsteps so that you can sleep
and after I’m dead my crumbling bones will grow the tree that shelters your grave
I will muffle my playing and stifle my cries
because I am a fan folded up and locked, and your music holds the key