Ignited by the realising eyes
Unwrapped around the solitary sound
A failing voice is railing under walls
Collapsing on the unfamiliar ground
O, empty heart, am I the only one?
On pins alone ar are we many born?
Well, eighter way, you are what youÔÇÖve begun
And by the way, I never did you wrong
Nothing here is guaranteed, nothingÔÇÖs understood
Now that I am far beyond beginning to belong
Maybe I donÔÇÖt understand the sequence as I should
CanÔÇÖt tell left from right from wrong
God from bad from good
For all you know, for all you made of me
ItÔÇÖs hard to keep the skin from tender bone
Ne earthly ties to hang me from on high
I wait beneath your overcrowded skies
Nothing here makes any grade
ThereÔÇÖs nothing I can do
Fed and watered though I was barely half alive
Time enough to tire me out but now IÔÇÖm sleeping
IÔÇÖve lost the sense in sanity
Got the bad in good
