I await a place in the north The tiny cottage saved by the fables They left the key right there by the door No worries if a new visitor comes There’s nothing here but books and a carpet Nobody knows that he died years ago My ears ring…

I woke up alone inside some room I’d never seen before I slipped out in cold and rain crossed Merrimon a bit deranged And I could see myself reflected in the convex mirror glass And I could see myself in astral planes above the mountain pass…

I await a place in the north The tiny cottage saved by the fables They left the key right there by the door No worries if a new visitor comes There’s nothing here but books and a carpet Nobody knows that he died years ago My ears ring…