In the bright light of your leaving
Your visage and your vim
Was cast, along with the impression of a life electric few possess
On the bright side of my memory
The place behind my waking eye
Your figure hewn in stark relief out of the shadow in my mind
All the bright roses // words fail me
All the angels of bright glory
The wrath of God, the gracious host
The wild, wildest horses could not wrench from me
Your wretched ghost
In my bride's eyes a great forest
And down her throat, the universe
Now she is reunited with that which the senses
Cannot observe
Good for nothing, looking for something
Good for nothing, I'm good for nothing
Good for nothing, looking for something
Good for nothing, I'm good for nothing
Good for nothing, waiting on something, coast to the golden coast
Good for nothing, waiting on something, coast to the golden coast
Whether or not you fly doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
Whether or not you're high doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
Whether or not you cry doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
Whether or not you're high doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
Whether or not you fly doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
Whether or not you're high doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
Whether or not you cry doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
Whether or not you're high doesn't matter
Where you'll be coming from you'll be going
I'm around to keep the rise and run
From falling off
I'm around to keep the rise and run