I used to count the days Till your unconventional ways And your unconventional face Through my door would enter in my life to grace Now I count the ways That your unimpeachable haze And your bland, unreachable gaze Day by day convince me that you've been replaced And I heard tell that you left me at the Goblin Fair She has you, you are still there but Why do you hide when there's nothing to hide from me? Why do you fly when there's nothing to fly from? See, one of these days the sun will decay So it doesn't matter that you're mad It means nothing (nothing) please come back So you ate the fruit When you were abroad in her realm It's a look I've come to know well In vacant eyes of guys who pay the tithe to Hell And you chose to do it Was there nothing left for you here? Was I not enough to you, dear? Now she claims you piece by piece and year by year But I'll hold you if you want me to, just say I can Through lion, through snake to man So why, why do you hide when there's nothing to hide from me? Why do you fly when there's nothing to fly from? See, one of these days we'll all be in graves So it really doesn't matter that you're mad It means nothing Absolutely nothing Please come back It means nothing Please come back It means nothing We're all mad