I set myself targets
But I don't always make them
I go for the records
But I don't always break them
And somewhere in the grizzly fog
An object looms up for comment
So I can [grasp?] it and tie it up and bring it home for you
As if you wanted any thoughts of what that meant
As useful as a [?], a sunset scene that someone set you

But you can give me a like

Gathering trinkets from the abandoned supply
Hunting stories of the tombs to make them fly
And in the artificial light
I glue components together
Stood it up and mix it down and freezе that moment forever
And if I wantеd I could justify the time
And argue its constructed
Sometimes I almost believe it

But ill take nothing away

So much important in my hands
A curator of observations
No one to tell me where to look
I got no guiding light
Nothing I do requested
Nothing I do arranged
Nothing I do important
Nothing I do will change
But ill take nothing away

There's so much going on (there's so much going on)
There's not much I can say (there's not much I can say)
We've got people hiding from warlords
People running from floods
They're carrying in setters on rooftops
They're paying the price is in blood
And all I know for it
Is this little riff
This tiny tune
Tiny as the flickering light from this room to the coming night
I wonder, will it ever be seen at all?

And somewhere in the grizzly fog
An object looms up for comment
So I can [grasp?] it and tie it up and bring it home for you

So much important in my hands
A curator of observations
No one to tell me where to look
I got no guiding light
Nothing I do requested
Nothing I do arranged
Nothing I do important
Nothing I do will change
Nothing I do important
Nothing I do will change

As if you wanted any thoughts of what that meant
As useful as a [?] a sunset scene that someone set you
But you can give me a like