I don't know who invites you
Into that losing talk of yours
Well, it's your life and that's just nerves
I don't know what dry and wretched soul goes off to war
What it gives and in that luck of yours that leads to nothing more
What is it you're going to lose
When there's nothing to win and nothing you give
And you have to preserve it in your mind
And there was no patience left
What you have to edit
Culture doesn't describe
What false teeth provide
Oftentimes they don't last
To come and cultivate you
How much more is it that you have
That which still belongs to those who do nothing
Passing through your town square
There isn't much grit there
And swaying to the sound
Everybody passes by
In that life of yours that hasn't lost its sanctity
When it wants to, I don't know if it goes
Oh, you lose your quality
In your eyes there's a gleam and you speak of the grandeur of that vanity
I think it's from intercourse, so whatever it'll yield, and you don't know a thing about your own integrity
Much comes our way and in the sea, oft it's the longing that cannot be stopped
What comes from the earth upon the idea of that which you'll never win
When you come upon treasure and the gold when you lose, there's nothing left to pick up
And that fellow strutting around
I don't know if it's life, what you tried to trace out
Let it come
And what goes, comes back around
In this sea of yours that I never lost
Waiting for the sun with the moon, listening to what it holds
In my scarf that I made for myself
The more I kept warm
The lace doesn't pay off for you and what pays off for me is you
That which bites me and disagrees in a balance of wine
In my head, often to the lining
That I have to see
Into this future of yours that isn't hard, I want to look
And what am I going to lose
When I have no joy, sadness tries to creep in
The way of coming, the way of speaking
The way to enchant me, not to mention the way of seeing
This is so wrong and why do you speak in this tone
Because there wasn't much
