Oh
You desultory man
How could you be so lost and out of wind?
Keep it together, stay inside your skin
I am phosphorus and you are oxygen
Let's just stop and begin again
In the proverbial depths of distress
I'm free to believe only what lies in front of me
The Sun will reign over your delusion
And penance is won
When the eyes of our captor
Roll back and discover
That the operator is on the mend
We'll pray again
In the proverbial depths of distress
I'm free to believe only what lies in front of me
"Here, take this parachute... here, sow this seed"
Hands on sky like homage to Atlas