He arises in the morning with nothing to say He arises in the evening after being quiet all day
His thoughts they are a dancing - The future is dark The past is bleak with nothing to dream
The dawn it arises, At night, the sun it heads down Time it stands still when you have nothing to say - You've tried your best in your own way Nothing seems to come but despair and dismay.
A lover she comes A lover she goes Your creations, they all grow trite and old
Playing cat's cradle with a line of string at the tear line not knowing whether to cry or go numb
Like our lives, a spider web on a tree blowing and shimmering in the sun light winds.
He arises and dresses Heads out for his day With nothing to say.