| I’m having a billboard time
|
| On this aimless train ride
|
| It seems we spend the best hours of our lives
|
| In flower markets on balconies
|
| Wasted and wanting
|
| More than we’ve the power to achieve
|
| Hopeless and haunted
|
| By a thousand ghosts of opportunity
|
| Look to the setting sun
|
| There’s blood on the water
|
| Nothing will be undone
|
| We’re dancing along the edge
|
| You liar, you coward, you snake
|
| He is your lion, your flower, your maker
|
| And yet the night has freed you to reason
|
| You and your noiseless dreams defeat him
|
| I slept long
|
| Only to wake and watch the same land tesellate
|
| I dusted for forgotten fingerprints of grace
|
| In every hidden place along the shore
|
| Waiting and wasting
|
| More than I’ve the power to restore
|
| Hopeless, unsated
|
| One more thief abandoned by the law
|
| You liar, you coward, you snake
|
| He is your lion, your flower, your maker
|
| And yet the night has freed you to reason
|
| You and your noiseless dreams defeat him
|
| Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God
|
| Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God
|
| You liar, you coward, you snake
|
| He is your lion, your flower, your maker
|
| And yet the night has freed you to reason
|
| You and your noiseless dreams defeat him |