Laistrygonians and Cyclops, wild Poseidon - you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops, wild Poseidon - you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed.
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June.
We'll try and ease the pain
But somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream.
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream.
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will.
Mother weep the years I'm missing,
All our time can't be given
Back.
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be me.
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will.
SP.