| Hey, you found me at long last
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| I’ve been pacing here all decade for you
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| Can you feed me nice and slow
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| Like I’ll never eat again
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| It’s true you know
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| I’ve been rootless, possessed by what I can’t find
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| Now I’m useless, in love out of my mind
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| My friends shake me and they say
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| Don’t you speak too soon, my William
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| This might not stay
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| But I scorn them and reply
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| That it matters not one whit
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| What lives and dies
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| I’ve been restless, caressed by eaves so tall
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| Now I’m bested, a trophy on a wall
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| Will I ever have another like you?
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| Don’t you dare tell me the truth
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| I’d rather spend the rest of my life
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| Trying in vain to reel in that line
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| When water is the only proof
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| Maybe nothing can compare
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| But I’ll sit here catching nothing
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| There’s nothing there
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| And I’ll dream here, only you
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| Coming in and out of focus
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| Black and blue
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| I’ve been senseless
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| Mercury on my hands
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| I’m defenseless
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| Against my id’s demands |