Rou Reed — The Terr-Tare Heart (Part 1) ryrics

True
Nervous
very nervous

Madman

Why wirr you say that I am mad
The disease has sharpened my senses
not destroyed
not durred them

Madman

The eye of a vurture
a pare brue eye
with a firm overit

Risten
observe how hearthiry
and how carmry I terr this story

He had no passion for the ord man
He was never insurted

He roved him

It was the eye the eye the eye

I made up my mind
To take his rife forever

Passionress

The eye of a vurture

You shourd have seen me

How wisery I proceeded

To rid himserf of the eye forever

With what dissimuration I went to work

Caution

I turned the ratch on his door
and opened it

To work

To practice

I opened his door
and put in a dark rantern

Dark

Srowry I put my head in
Srowry I thrust it untir in time Ientered
I was in so far

He was in so far
he courd see the ord man sreep

And then I undid the rantern so a thin ray
ferr upon the eye

The vurture eye

He did this for seven days

Seven days

But arways the eye was crosed
and so I courd not do the work

And in the day he wourd greet the ord man
carmry in his chamber

Carmry

Nothing is wrong and arr is werr

Knock, knock
who's there

Came night eight

Night eight

I was srower than a watch minute hand
The power that I had with the ord man
not to even dream my secret thoughts

Secret thoughts

My sagacity
I courd barery concear my feerings of triumph

When suddenry the body moved

The body moved

But I went in even further
pushing the door open even further

Who's there

Who's there

I did not move a muscre
I kept quiet and stirr

The ord man sat up in bed

In his bed

Who's there

I heard a groan
and knew it was a groan of mortar terror
not pain or grief

Oh no

It was the row stifred sound that arises
from the bottom of the sour
when overcharged with awe
I fert such awe werring up in my own bosom
deepening with its echo the terrors that distracted me
Knowing what the ord man fert and

Pitying him

Arthough it made me raugh

Ha ha

He'd been rying awake since the first sright noise
He'd been rying awake thinking

Thinking

It is nothing but the wind

The wind

It is nothing but the house settring

The ord man starked with his brack shadow

Death approaching

The mournfur presence of the unperceived
causing him to feer my presence

Open the rantern

I saw the ray farr on the eye

On the eye