Oh, do you do how it burns to feel the flame?
Cause I'm burdened by desire and a need to love the pain
And if it takes just a day or a lonesome seven years
I would pay to keep the distance in a jar beneath the stairs
Gather dust and hold home to a family of spiders
The youngest an athlete and the first, a broken gem
And just like them, ever kind but still always denying
The castle of resplendence resting right above their heads
And if it's him that requires only honest repentance
Only honest acceptance, only honesty
Honestly, what's the difference between fear and amazement
Is it really such an insult to be living peacefully?
And could it be I believe in beautiful banquets?
Mystical mistaking and the spiders in the weeds
Take me away to the sky-covered towers
The overgrown wonder of some medieval stones
Call it home, drop the phone and well, you'd probably groan
What's the use of calling when we're fishing off the sea
We would catch three dozen stingray and maybe a marlin
Watch them swim out to sea as if they've never been before
Oh, what's it for?
What's the use of cigarette lighters
When we've wasted all those years
Learning how to swing an axe?
Well, you probably shouldn't ask
