Saddness
And the world seems strange to me, like opening the eyes for the first time. Nothing familiar anymore, nothing to touch that felt like I've touched it before. And the lines have seemed to change and the faces have been contorted into something queer. What can I do now? What can I do now? When the world becomes square when in fact I know it's round. What can I do now? What can I do now? When I'm under the lilies and under the ground.
