My face, creased in my palms An atlas, small enough, not weighing me down My tears, dried on my smile I’m on the rise, subsidised, I’ve found trace of contented grace My eyes, a millennium glare I’m in the hive, galvanised, I’m in a maze full of getaways Don’t weep for me. I’m really fine. Don’t fear for me. I’m quite alright. My mouth, turned up at the end I earned the prize, stabilised, I’m in a state of full of cogitate Don’t weep for me. I’m really fine. Don’t fear for me. I’m quite alright. Don’t weep for me. I’m really fine. Don’t fear for me. I’m quite alright.
Lyrics by John Berry