Painted in silhouette, In a glass house, surrounded by stones And I start again Where's the magic? The carpet from home Who's gonna pull me out? Man a lighthouse, when starting over Gonna sit and pout? Tainted by temperament Scores of concrete, and blocking your soul A sewer of figurement A sonnet, a sound A spirit abounds A laugh for a lounge Platonic surrounds And I'll wait, until You've gone for a while Forget for a smile A passing of miles No don't hit redial And I'll wait, always Said lately, Our faux light's staring out to sea Temperamentally A consequential side of where I'll be Said lately, Our faux light's staring out to sea Temperamentally A consequential side of where I'll be