January 1979 - mewithoutYou

January 1979,

Saw a terrible crash

(and I couldn’t help but laugh)

My ear pressed against the past

Like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph

My forehead no longer sweet

With holy kisses

Worthy of your fiery lips

I was floating in a peaceful sea

Rescued by a sinking ship

If I could become the servant of all

No lower place to fall

(If I could be your servant)

If I could become the servant of all

No lower place to fall

(If I could be your servant)

If I could become the servant of all

No lower place to fall

(I could be your servant)

If I could become the servant of all

No lower place to fall

(If I could be your servant)

You watch me like a ten car highway wreck

With detached, vulgar curiosity

This looking down on the tops of the hats

Of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony

And from such a height you missed

Creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversation

As the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king

With a dance of celebration

After years with their crown on my head

I’ve grown overfed, unconcerned

And comfortably numb

Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy

(Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become!)

At the first sign of possible sorrow

I’ll turn my heel and run, (Oh, I’ll never learn)

My life’s a cup of sugar I borrowed

Before time began and forgot to return

(I could be your servant)

It was a matter of time

I always said I could see, but now I’m going blind

(If I could be your servant)

It was a matter of time

I always said I could see, but now I’m going blind

(I could be your servant)

It was a matter of time

I always said I could see, but now I’m going blind

(If I could be your servant)

It was a matter of miserable time

But I heard somewhere, there was a cure for useless eyes