(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-) Who could tell me I'm wanted? I don't really wanna know But I can tell from these faces I'm wanted to go My stuffed animal friends are the ones that keep me warm Oh the graphite against the paper And my fingers are bleeding from singing out my pain And the crows outside my room looking forlorn My yarn sewn sleeves are attractive to the honeybees Oh the smell of a forest after rain All these things as comforts for me In the grey valley of immorality Hollfron is the process of turning insane To get where I'm going I will need it And the red mountains shadow myself from the sun I'll ride the black dragons of which I've tamed Slow like the snow Falling sideways as I crow Grasping pine trees smell quite nice This pumpkin pie will suffice