She sits on a window sill,
Looking down it's quite a thrill.
In a tree, imagining what it's like to be dead.
She walks out upon the ledge,
Searching for the living and she blunders,
Wondering just what has changed in her head.
Looking outward through my pain.
Looking through my window pane,
See her face turn into rain.

She prepares her face at last,
Taking off the piece of glass,
Wrapped around her eyes. She doesn't cry.
She's very young and very bright to die.

Bells ring.

Then so quickly she stands up,
Takes her shoes off in a lump,
She lays them down. Lately she has frowned.
Checks to see her room is neat.
Making sure her clothes are clean, dying.
Hey, death and dirty clothing puts you down!
Looking outward through my pain.
Looking through my window pane,
See her face turn into rain.

And then so quickly she stands up,
Crouches low, prepares to jump quite properly.
Pretending she's in gym shooting the basketball.
Floating downward through the air,
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She falls. (She falls.)
And nobody hears it at all.
Looking out would clear my pain.
Looking through my window pane,
See her face turn into rain.

Yes, I look outward through the rain.
It has washed her mind away.
I went ahead and made my bed.
Nothing really more need be said.
As she is dead.

Instrumental break.

You can have it, 'cause I don't want it.
If you want it, you can have it.
I can't take it, I'm falling.
I'm calling, "Please, please, please help me.
Please, help me."

INSANITY COMES QUIETLY TO THE STRUCTURED MIND
Written by: Janis Ian
Performed by: Janis Ian-1967
Appears on: For All the Seasons of Your Mind-1967 & Society's Child: The
Verve Recordings-19951.

1Transcribed from the track on this album.

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