Music: A.O. Gerber
Laying awake with your old guitar
Gripped between my fists
Thinking about how you swept away
All the lives I might have lived
And in your place, there's a marble eye
Accumulating dust
Present there in the way you were
Present with mistrust
Everybody's laughing
I can't see their eyes
Everybody's watching
Everybody die
Arbiter of my worthiness
Arbiter of truth
Make me into a melody
I can sing when you are through
Pantomime my disciple's song
Pantomime my death
Hope you got the good seats
Hope it's worth the price of it
I can feel you laughing
Every time I cry
I can see the virtue
Draining from your eyes