What is the nature of this?
A standard always amorphic
Strange, how easy to list:
Routine tediously cyclic
I don't know
where I get it from
I rely so much on expectation
Castles of air amidst this very sober reason
Yes I profess abnegation
But
never you mind;
Great hopes, little one, I'll bear your delusion
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even I
No, I don't
even try
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even I
No, I don't even try
And never you mind -- I've asked nothing of
you
Nothing which lies at your promise behest
Never has nothing rang true
I don't know where I get it from
I rely so much
on expectation
Castles of air amidst this very sober reason
Yes I profess abnegation
But never you mind;
Great hopes, little
one, I'll bear your delusion
Master all by easy hand,
I commit no act of violence
Marching to the strike of fragile
cadence
And I see you in the corner, distressed
Somehow I'm not impressed
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even
I
No, I don't even try
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even I
No, I don't even try
But I wonder, when did we
decide?
If you're determined, I promise it's done
I am with you
Changing from nothing to one
