As I tickle the strings of this inanimate thing It comes alive with its set of wings Poised to fly to the upper reaches of your desolate mind Devoid of hope Devoid of pace The world tilts off its angled grace Change is slow here On the frontier of your hiding place I'm no misanthrope I love life Just need a break for a while I'm no misanthrope I love life Just need a break for a while For a while For a while For a while All the gathering vibes of the city types Choke up the air as they sound their pipes In opulent rooms To you they were tombs of a desolate mind They're never a place for self-denial Empty those eyes and vacuous smiles You're back safe in your birthplace On the frontier of your hiding place I'm no misanthrope I love life Just need a break for a while I'm no misanthrope I love life Just need a break for a while For a while For a while For a while I'm no misanthrope I'm no misanthrope