I'd sell my soul for solitude A pretty price for pretty pieces Something cold for something true Or dull green eyes on greying features Should I leave alone late afternoon Pack my bones, un-sign my leases Or stay ignore my aptitude To run from all these mindless teachers The traveller paid in time it cost A lovers wage, a fathers loss Neither fair but don't ask me To dig the gold up, plant my feet The light is too sharp in these memories And all the halogen is passing straight into me I'd trade my eyes for sun and room My failing sight for warmth and freedom I won't miss smiles if I hear truths Untouched words outside their reaches I won't leave the wolves outside my room Feed them bread and keep them freezing I promised them I promised to Kill them there or send them freely And so I pay in time it cost A lovers wage a homemade loss Neither fair but don't ask me To dig the gold up, plant my feet The light is too sharp in these memories And all the halogen is passing straight into me I'd sell my soul for solitude A pretty price for pretty pieces Something cold for something true Or dull green eyes on greying features