What kind of fool would waste his words on something he can't win?
What kind of fool would left the love die out to start again?
What kind of fool would break the silence of a sacred thing?
What kind of rules does he go with to sign up in the game?
Who'll raise his hand to the ivory tower?
What kind of witchcraft kept him in?
Who'll bow his head over this crushed flower
to let it rain down to drink it in?
What kind of fool would wait for something that's already been?
What kind of fool would keep his head dry in the summer rain?
How the light shines in the bay
The mirrors the ceiling far above you
looking for a safer place
Come as you are