I'm nervous as I sit here alone
Thinking about the idea of freedom
I'm controlling all the wrong things
And to think of any gain from it I must be
dreaming I'll never be bred whitely
But someday I might like seeing
from my own eyes
I could be the elected Not
rejected from the heavens in the sky
I'm not sure if I should be doing this
If this is even anything at all
The autumn,
it is blown and quick
And I'm rushing to turn a new leaf before
they fall
I'll never be Crispell
But perhaps I could hang in the cosmos at night
I could be the elected
Not
rejected from the heavens in
the sky
I'm a slave
to hate my enemies
And in doing so I guess that I am further from God
I'm not even in their memories
But I've been thinking of forgiveness
for too long
I'll never be
Meryl Streep But someday I might believe in my own lies
I could be the elected Not rejected from the heavens in
the sky
Oh,
to sleep
so romantically