Messages from the grave

I see, see you

Really, really I do

I thought you knew, knew

 

I can't, can't talk that well

I case you couldn't, couldn't tell

I once fell, fell

 

When I was, was a child

So, so unruly and wild

And on me, me the bricks piled

 

So my speech, speech did fall

I can, can see through the pall

Can you see me at all?