Is there some freewheeling watcher
Shooting marbles in the sky
Holding your ears between their fingers
Watching it burn till the fire dies
Why is it heroic to untether?
How is a lonesome holy grail?
And if we really come and go unknown Couldn't I find myself in jail?
Oh,
keeper,
how I love you I love you and you and you
And returning to
myself is such a lonely thing to do
But it's the only thing to do
Is it evolving,
turning inward?
Oh, what an easy way to be
Only kneeling at the altar of
the great and mighty me
Let me break myself apart Instead and scatter to my birth
Like a burial
at sea to be The gospel without words
Oh,
my darlings,
how I love you I love you and you and you
And returning to
myself is such a lonely thing to do
But it's the only thing to do
There's no honor in the pilgrimage Until a soul returns
To hold another's hand And then,
and only then
It learns that life is like a stone
Only skipping for a time
Oh, it never really
holds its own
It'll never see the other side
And
I was born to love you I love you and you and you
Oh, returning to
myself
is such a
lonely thing to do
But returning to
myself
is just returning me
to you
And that's the only thing I want to do