What is the nature of this?
A standard always amorphic
Strange, how easy to list:
Routine tediously cyclic
I don't know where I get it from
I rely so much on expectation
Castles of air amidst this very sober reason
Yes i profess abnegation
But never you mind;
Great hopes, little one, i'll bear your delusion
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even I
No, I don't even try
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even I
No, I don't even try
And never you mind - I've asked nothing of you
Nothing which lies at your promise behest
Never has nothing rang through
I don't know where I get it from
I rely so much on expectation
Castles of air amidst this very sober reason
Yes i profess abnegation
But never you mind;
Great hopes, little one, I'll bear your delusion
Master all by easy hand,
I commit no act of violence
Marching to the strike of fragile cadence
And I see you in the corner, distressed
Somehow i'm not impressed
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even I
No, I don't even try
I admit that no one is sovereign
Not even I
No, I don't even try
But I wonder, when did we decide?
If you're determined, I promise it's done
I am with you
Changing from nothing to one