Il testo della Her

O, sometimes, i don't think i'll ever be
Sure: coming back from who-knows-where,
Locked-up, downstairs. do you remember
What you were thinking of?

"well maybe."

Call out to nothing in the wake of watching
Her sipping wine from a camping cup on
Some missing night. but, did just-enough
Ever give it up?

"when was i someone who you let inside
And held-on, too?"

(and somewhere)

A note, just inside the door, is hoping
Something is still where it was:

'i came to dance and
Passed it up. once i
Land, won't you come?
Think of me: i just can't
Move. i couldn't see
I never knew
I'd wander where
I'll never be.'