| I see his eyes moving away from me | |
| Oh no, is this another albatross? | |
| He knows he holds dominion over me | |
| But what I gain is worth the cost | |
| We share the cold embrace of cousins | |
| I wonder if I've seen him somewhere else before | |
| And as I wonder at his ancestry | |
| I miss the meeting by the door | |
| And in the telling of the story | |
| I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase | |
| I read his lips and I see glory | |
| But what I hear is 'be afraid' | |
| So from the fog of every morning | |
| Until the heat of day is still | |
| I watch the clock as it turns backwards | |
| I see the water run uphill | |
| And in the telling of the story | |
| I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase | |
| I read his lips and I see glory | |
| But what I hear is 'be afraid' | |
| And in the telling of the story | |
| I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase | |
| I read his lips and I see glory | |
| But what I hear is 'be afraid' |