Different direction, apart from the mass,
it's just a cold, patient, let it pass.
But let me check, one last time, I'll
see if it is certain.

I've grown a beard while

he was searching, read a book and wrote
a song. It won't be long, is what he said,
is what he said,
pass me the remote.

I have laid my eyes on you, countlessly,
but this will be my last,
a burden for a future past.