Distant and magical we trot, I heard angels
Are comin’ give what you got.
It’s in the bones that you swim, in the
Difference of darkness and completely dim
Part of us is going to be, and the
Rest of us is already being
The worry that we’ll rust is nil,
I see no iron in either of us
We can’t change our hearts so we change
Our minds and ask for new eyes
We can’t change the day so we
Swallow the time in different amounts
All these thoughts are scattering
But they seem to end up safe in sound
If passion is the cure, then what more must I endure?
I am just one man, so how can I take a stand?