I live from the ear not from the eye, All i seek is truth, all i want is to finde she who hides in the narrow path while her cold breath blows silently and her wispers are herd in the distance of her word, oh how dear that dear you are, stuck in the cold i saw you go, in the night her hair so bright and in the day she swims away, how do i come and play, when i in the mouth and you are the ear?