LIGHTHEARTED I think that I should cultivate an easier, lighter touch. It may not satisfy, my love, but cannot hurt so much. But first I must remove my eyes, my senses then dismiss, and with the shrinking of the brain I'll fade to endless bliss. I'll chop up all my deeper thoughts and lock up half my mind I may be lost in ignorance but ignorance is kind. But will you have me thus, my love, all smiles and full of cheer, when my heart is bleeding for you and I cannot hold you near.