January 1979
Saw a terrible crash (and I couldn't help but laugh)
My ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips
I was floating in a peaceful sea rescued by a sinking ship
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (If could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall (If I could be your servant)
You watch me like a ten car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity
This looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th floor balcony
And from such a height you missed creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversations
As the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration
After years with a crown on my head, I've grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy
(Oh, someone make me afraid of what I've become!)
At the first sign of possible sorrow, I turned my heels and ran
(Oh, I'll never learn)
My life is a cup of sugar I've borrowed before time began and forgot to return
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see, so now I'm going blind (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see, so now I'm going blind (If I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see so now I'm going blind (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of miserable time, but I heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes (If I could be your servant)