The Watchtower

sadly i have come to find that everything good is dying
so carefully and dexterously my fingers work to hold together
this bramble of sticks and twigs that have been haphazardly stacked
in a little heart-shaped pile directly in front of me

and a little to the left! (2x)
this red-wine glow of mine and its audacity
pulsing just beneath...

where i should fear to tread, i have no fear, i have no fear
and where i should make myself scarce, i wait quietly,
i wait quietly

is there so little hope left?
is there so little hope left for you and i?
'cause this red wine glow of mine and its audacity
pulsing just beneath
won't let go of me

so like a lovesick poltergeist i'll wait for you
like a lovesick poltergiest i'll wait for you

and i wonder why i keep trying
when all the bonds keep untying
every day is death-defying
when everything good keeps dying,
i know, i know, i know...