then you said there's time for us "if nothing intervenes"
and i howled at my limited window of luck
but my plans are greater than my secrets
and they're both fighting in my dreams
and your heart burns in pace
with the ailments of the brave
who start from scratch every night
so you knock down the pillows
and watch the bridges fall
but the child in your mind
feels left behind
and it's reaching for another guide
so you walk out taking the memory
of an episode in the symphony
like a man of great civility
full of nightmares and uncertainty
and there's no one at the door who cares.
