As he wrote
He thought to himself
On losing the meaning
And he thought
He needed no help
He lied to himself
As he wrote
He got nothing done
He's thinking of you
And you thought
You needed no help
You’re lying to…

[Benjamin Lukens, James Joyce]
And me
I just want the truth
What I held to be evident
What I say is true
Surrounded by friends
I still think of you
A life of docility
Is all I have for show
Surrounded by friends
He stands from the light
Crossed arms and bitten lips
When I was a boy angels told me what's right
Completе stalemate
No confidencе
But my angels don't fly anymore
And the answers are gone
Remember when you told me you love me
I never answered
You made me feel so strange
Scared I'd be wrong
Remember when you told me you love me
Afraid that I'd scare her
You made me feel so strange
And I just want the truth
Remember when you told me you love me
And I just want what's right
You made me feel so strange
But my angels are gone
Remember when you told me you love me
There's no prophets alive
You made me feel so strange
Anymore
Why we're so afraid
Anymore
Why we're so afraid

I
Maybe some day
You
Maybe some time
I
You're gonna give me the chance
You
I'm gonna make you mine
Don't bother asking
Because the question is moot
The question of me
The question of you
Gonna make you mine
Don't bother asking
Because the question is moot
The question of me
The question of you
Gonna make you mine

I
You
I
You