| [00:05.89] |
|
| [00:17.53] |
The man of a thousand faces |
| [00:24.25] |
Sits down at the table |
| [00:28.99] |
Eats a small lump of sugar |
| [00:34.45] |
And smiles at the moon like he knows her |
| [00:40.51] |
|
| [00:41.13] |
He begins his quiet ascension |
| [00:46.56] |
Without anyone's steady instruction |
| [00:52.18] |
To a place of no religion |
| [00:57.67] |
He's found a path to her likeness |
| [01:04.16] |
|
| [01:04.63] |
His words are quiet like stains are |
| [01:09.29] |
On a tablecloth washed in a river |
| [01:14.96] |
Stains that are trying to cover |
| [01:20.06] |
For each other |
| [01:22.85] |
Or at least blend in with the pattern |
| [01:26.04] |
|
| [01:30.96] |
Good is better than perfect |
| [01:35.64] |
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding |
| [01:41.54] |
And I?m crying for things |
| [01:45.71] |
I tell others to do without crying |
| [01:52.34] |
|
| [01:53.02] |
He used to go to his favorite bookstores |
| [01:58.01] |
And rip out his favorite pages |
| [02:03.73] |
And stuff 'em into his breast pockets |
| [02:08.76] |
The moon, to him, was a stranger |
| [02:13.46] |
|
| [02:15.84] |
And now he sits down at a table |
| [02:21.51] |
Without anyone's steady instruction |
| [02:27.24] |
Begins his quiet ascension |
| [02:38.65] |
To a place of no religion |
| [02:42.11] |
|
| [02:44.33] |
He's found a path to her likeness |
| [02:49.87] |
He eats a small lump of sugar |
| [02:55.30] |
Smiles at the moon like he knows her |
| [03:06.37] |
|
