A beating heart, hand on the temple
There’s no good reason to cry
Like a thousand times a thousand years ago, things long since blacked out
Letting out no single sigh

A shaking hand, dispenser at side
There’s no real motive to try
Knowing that your plans won’t ever go as planned, just pretend they do
Never live and never die

An eager ear, one foot under foot
There’s nothing real left to know
Never getting sleep always falling to sleep, always falling out
An imaginary foe

A scratching eye, leg still going numb
There’s no one in the front row
Staying up at night wishing you were a knight, cleaning out the zoo
Never sinking very low

An irate side, heel on top digging in
There’s no new seeds apt to sow
Repeating myself, repeating what I’ve said, bordering on true
Forced to going with the flow

A tired leg, feet still not quite right
There’s no blue moon in the sky
The same old story the same old awkward games, bordering on doubt
Why bother, you know why