Brittle, Crushed and Torn

Many were the years
I was brittle, crushed, and torn
From leaf parts
And blades of grass
That were lost in the haze

And it's funny
He still loves me
And it's funny
He still loves me

Call her name
She dreams of you
Send her your regards
In the flesh
Is what I want
I know you're weak
And down

Where did you go
Fantasy?
Were you lost
In the haze?
Were you freed?
Life is a-rambling

When you are gone
When you are gone
When you are gone