January 1979, saw a terrible crash and I couldn't help but laugh
My ear pressed against the past like a gla** on a wall of a house in a photograph
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips
I was floating in a peaceful sea rescued by a sinking ship
If I could become the servant of all
No lower place to fall
(I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all
No lower place to fall
(If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all
No lower place to fall
(I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all
No lower place to fall
(If I could be your servant)
You watch me like a ten car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity
This looking down on the tops of the hats of us pa**ersby from your seventh floor balcony
And from such a height you missed creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation
As the misguided insects crown me their gra**hopper king with a dance of celebration
After years with their crown on my head, I've grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy, oh, someone make me afraid of what I've become!
At the first sign of possible sorrow I'll turn my heel and run, oh, I'll never learn
My life's a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return
It was a matter of time
I always said I could see, but now I'm going blind
It was a matter of miserable time
But I heard somewhere, there was a cure for useless eyes