The languid this rock is the water it touches

The surface to crack and turn round

No idle reflections to mute my perfection

But shrink and blow all the way down



Here's what I see, what came down is too easy

Reflections to crumble or turn round

Here's what I need, but be proud, it's too early

For nothing to work out somehow



Tied down to the easels to lean against greater times

One where the theories are there

No eager commitment to place the indifferent

Shoot all the feelings that came



Here's what I see, what came down is too easy

Reflections to crumble or turn round

Here's what I need, but be proud, it's too early

For nothing to work out somehow



Here's what I see, what came down is too easy

Reflections to crumble or turn round

Here's what I need, but be proud, it's too early

For nothing to work out somehow



I am no breadwinner

I have no hands leading me somewhere

Confront my daily lie

It's grown from frail to delirium