You took away the top of the world
Ran around wearing a hat
I'm left with south
Right in never being wrong
Everybody thinks they know
I don't
Never did
Questions are my answers
I met the wisest man
By butterflies and tigers
Said forget everything I know
Said all we keep is fool's gold
I got up forgot the entire way
Rubbing palms in perfect nature
Two-Thirds Confessional
Don't listen to me
I'm on a lower spiritual plane
My face is not the one of enlightenment
However these roots are the wings of scales
That teeter on the locking of the big loss
Spreading a hairline scourge
This fall
Is where the colder weather
The heat lights and peaceful tree
Even in your arms loneliness knows my name
Lonely, together, and gone again
They always leave
Left alone to meddle with my insecurities
Paranoid of perfect people
Bound to disappoint
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
I want to trust, but even my heart has boundaries
Sure we'll see in the spring
On the banks of the Seine
Will it be the same?
Time will tell what my heart fears
I'll try this heart again
Though not rely on beating
I'll be fluid again
1,000 miles from my pedigree
A name that haunts yet inspires awe
Footsteps expected to be followed
Back on the side of town
Where memories are cleared
And lightly cleansed
I'll dream we are puppets
And this is...
Our strings are interwoven
One might think I'd have it down to a science
Not sure if I'm ready to give up the consistency of isolation
My hands still filled with ashes
From a fire that's long cold
The transparent globe
The illusions of safety
The multiplex sky is weirder
When we're old and dead...