Fathom the angst, despairing grace
Illusions of ease, perceptions of scorn
Inaudibly versed, aesthetic clatter
An oath plagued by thirst, a false face to flatter
The dead air below, sand stalls the hour
Men count the time so novel and sour, novel and sour
Surrender yourself and thrive, said the wind
Swell, swell said the sea
Grow old willow tree
Thrive, thrive, said the wind
Swell, swell said the sea
Grow old willow tree
Lift the copper from the eyes
Lift the silver from the tongue
Shed the skin, so gracefully
With all the things left unsaid
In paintings and vestiges, vestiges
Inaudible verse, ascetic clatter
An oath plagued by thirst
A false face to flatter
In my silence I'll atone
And in my absence I'll collapse
Here I sit on the pyre
With all the things left unsaid
In paintings and vestiges, vestiges
Paintings, vestiges: The aesthetic clatter
And oath plagued by thirst
A false face to flatter