...And Lights...
Poor walker, tell of the ways you go.
The world's your oyster.
The pearl's in front of you.
The strawberry scents you smell are not a dream
Nor is the water you see and long for.
Tantalus walking, Tantalus walking.
Poor rich boy, tell of the life you waste.
The world's your shitter.
The paper isn't there.
The crippling fear is real.
The feelings of defeat are true.
Tantalus winning, Tantalus winning.
Poor lady, tell of your thoughts.
The obfuscation is frustrating.
The enigma must be cleared.
This mental leng t'che cannot continue
Nor can the threats of mystery.
Atlas dropping, Atlas dropping.