yeah.
January, 1979.
Saw a terrible crash and
I couldn’t help but laugh,
As my ear pressed against the past
like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with
holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea,
'rescued' by a sinking ship.
You watch me like a ten car highway wreck
with detached, vulgar curiosity.
This looking down at the tops of the hats
of us passers-by from your 7th floor balcony.
From such a height you missed creatures
too small for sight carry on covert conversations.
And the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king
with a dance of celebration.
After years with a crown on my head,
I've grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb.
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy.
Someone make me afraid of what I’ve become.
At the first sign of possible sorrow,
I turned my heels and ran.
Oh, I’ll never learn.
My life is a cup of sugar I’ve borrowed
before time began and forgot to return.
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see, so now I’m going blind.
I could be your servant.
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see, so now I’m going blind.
If I could be your servant.
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see, so now I’m going blind.
I could be your servant.
It was a matter of miserable time--
but I heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes?
Saw a terrible crash and
I couldn’t help but laugh,
As my ear pressed against the past
like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with
holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea,
'rescued' by a sinking ship.
You watch me like a ten car highway wreck
with detached, vulgar curiosity.
This looking down at the tops of the hats
of us passers-by from your 7th floor balcony.
From such a height you missed creatures
too small for sight carry on covert conversations.
And the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king
with a dance of celebration.
After years with a crown on my head,
I've grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb.
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy.
Someone make me afraid of what I’ve become.
At the first sign of possible sorrow,
I turned my heels and ran.
Oh, I’ll never learn.
My life is a cup of sugar I’ve borrowed
before time began and forgot to return.
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see, so now I’m going blind.
I could be your servant.
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see, so now I’m going blind.
If I could be your servant.
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see, so now I’m going blind.
I could be your servant.
It was a matter of miserable time--
but I heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes?