Patiently awaiting her insatiably strange Daily disposition to embellish the range Of superficial flattery for anything nice, He rolls his eyes accordingly and swallows his favorite vice. He wanders out to howl at the moon, Understandably regretting He had entered the room. But suddenly he turns to stone, His mind between the nothing and the everything he's ever known. The sky is splitting open, The stars are spinning round His spirit's in the heavens and his head's on the ground Time was disappearing through the crack in the sky When he rose to his feet and shouted Every single king to his eyes Incredulously stepping outdoors, She wonders if she's ever seen him sober before. At times the definition of an eloquent man, Tonight he daftly rambles like a fever only can.