When you hear the call of painYou think of horses, not sea gruntsWhen you hear my voiceYou think of me, you think of meNot anything else, not anything elseNot a thing of you, me, himWere you asking me to stay?Were you asking me to go away?It's in your head, don't say it's overIt's in your head, don't say it's rightA certain magic singsAbout a murder of bonesAs illusions growThey have not died, they have not diedNot anything else, not anything elseNot a thing of you, me, himWere you asking me to stay?Were you asking me to go away?It's in your head, don't say it's overIt's in your head, don't say it's rightIt's in your head, don't say it's rightIt's in your head, don't say it's rightYou dream, I dream in all the darknessThat's the way, that's the wayWere you asking me to stay?Were you asking me to go away?It's in your head, don't say it's overIt's in your head, don't say it's right*