A score of clouds above us
A bustling city of caught-on fire
Bless his heart, he found the desire
To be understood, never could be the mire
A field of gra** between us
A far off curtain of listless measure
I do not seem to care when all they do
Is ask me if I'm trying at all
Reaching for the sky is such a cliché
I'd much rather be here on the ground
Turning the way of those who've come before
I'll dance avenues in the rain
A decade or more has pa**ed us
A chained-up peril of cla**less fame
I cannot win the war when it goes under the door
And you're banging away wanting more
Dreaming of something mindless and twisted
Darkness comes by the light of day
Burdening our every move
Like a crow on the prey
For love, sacred love