The walls aren’t breathing
The world turns in orbit
The way of things is in order
The wise think of nothing.
I watch with a thousand false eyes
I wonder wonder with my glass glass eyes
At beauty.
I shudder trying to speak
to ears that will not listen.
What cares fire of the fuel
That it sets across.
What does it care between
Cheap tinder or cutting edge jet fuel
What cares lightning of conductors
That it courses along.
What does it care between
water and copper or flesh
What wants a hero of a thousand faces
But to find his way home to one?
What good is it to fight
For an empty side
No good, no good. No care, no cares.
I loved. I love.
And I know my heart ain’t gonna change.
And I know my heart ain’t gonna change.