Not content but I played a part
I never finished the things I’d start
I stood and turned my head, I would not
look to watch which way the wind blows
I honed my expectations too fine
I took my stand on a razor’s line
does it surprise me it took so little
to turn me upside down? Oh, no
Fair is foul
and bitter, sweet
an absinthe idol
with clay feet
passed it by...
A little here, a little there
So here’s a riddle a children’s rhyme
can there be a thing out of time
past the point of no return
can a dream be heard receding
Dr. Jesus would only laugh
at all the hairs that I split in half
I’ve done my time but in the end
we’ll see who’s done the bleeding
Life is long
and art is hard
and I can only
turn the cards
Over and over...
See there’s nothing in my hands
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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