I thought I’d never see such an anomaly
But on the acetate it’s happening again
Found all she’d ever need: bright armor, noble steed
And he’s looking back at me like a Santa Ana Wind

I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried
I’ve been through this cross-eyed love
And I’m falling, hard breathing
Into the television
We may not know the hour it comes to pass
But we’ll know when it’s done

Two sounds metallically thrumming in harmony
Just adding scenery to this theater in the round
It’s all apparently a photo opportunity
It seemed like curtain call, but the lights are going down

I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried
I’ve been through this cross-eyed love
And I’m falling, hard breathing
Into the television
We may not know the hour it comes to pass
But we’ll know when it’s done

We really thought that we could mend society
Undo the apple tree or just build a better snake
And as for being loved, it’s not what you’re thinking of
More like a falling dream when you’re just about to wake

No use in suing me for abstract imagery
I swear I saw it all just once upon a time
And when I pontificate I hope that you relate
Sometimes I worry I’m alone in my own mind

I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried
I’ve been through this cross-eyed love
And I’m falling, hard breathing
Into the television
We may not know the hour it comes to pass but
We may not know the hour it comes to pass but
We may not know the hour it comes to pass but
We’ll know when it’s done