Music: Jotham Paul-Ebhohimhen
You'll be hard pressed to find a face worth its weight in golden hammers
Like finding sewing swords in grass, like finding Jesus in a gunfight
Don't hold your breath
I've got a heavy head but it ain't shining worth a damn
You won't see these eyes till your mop-headed Γbermensch arrives
With candy flowers in his left, and a snubnose in his right
High noon knuckles pointed at the sky to shoot the stars down to your hands
Storks nosebleed-diving, drowning in a pool of foolish foresight would be the worst of all my crimes
And I know I think too far ahead but I live four days behind and I've gotta split the difference somehow
You won't see this face until it's made of birds and planes going up and somewhere useful
But I've been cooped up in this phone booth with a voice for silent film
Getting dizzy while the music tries to swell
I'm the candle winged man that went and promised you the sun but you can't hope to hold me to it
You could fill a book with what I know in half a minute and you'd still be wasting time
Don't you let me change your mind
You won't hold these hands till I know them like the back of one
Until the splinters fall away and make a mountain by the wayside
With a line of mole men, miles wide, trading shiners to the peak
In this hall of mirrors, walls tell me I'm a child
But in a house of childish men, please, tell me who the hell are you?
From where I'm standing you're still the biggest bastard baby in the room
Till my bones can house a brain worth its wrinkled trains of thought and open Cooper's crate of cash
I can't pay you off for time wasted on my ass
So I won't bother you for nothing anymore
I won't bother you for nothing anymore (I won't bother you for a goddamn thing)
I won't bother you for nothing anymore
I will bother you no longer