The last time I saw the library, I wasn't fond of anyone.
Filled my head with all the classics, but I dreamt of you alone.
I asked at the mosque and I asked at the temple;
"What do I do when I feel unstable?"
The first time I saw the city, it felt like something odd.
The question I kept coming back to; "is it strange to trust in a god?"
I wrote to the King, and I sketched it out gently:
"What do I do when I feel it intently?"
Started out with little promise, soon there'll be nothing left.
Lost a lot of my blood somewhere, looking for a chance to rest.
The next time I see the river, I might just wash away;
and search for something simpler than what happened yesterday.
I called at the church and I visited the Commons;
"How many years 'til this all is forgotten?"
I spoke to the Boss and I spoke to my buddy.
I can't help but feel that I've been quite unlucky.
released March 25, 2014
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