[Verse 1]
The scent of morning toast wafts throughout this little house down on the coast
Captain's log from the room where I pace the most
Little ramblers scattered along the inlet just a stone's throw away from the place where they used to race the boats
With no place to go the sound of the motor's cut through the air like a hacksaw just in time to interrupt my favorite show
The virtues of reticence and sterility I've acquired at the еxpense of losing all remaining patiеnce through

Well, you know, here’s the thing, it's kind of related so
Something I even had to pray about a couple days ago
Suddenly veered off on an unfamiliar shaky road with brain fog and phantom whiffs of gin that irritate my nose
Just made it home in time to start dinner so I run with scissors down to the place where the basil grows
Sometimes I feel just like a dog getting kicked in the ribs for no reason other than to just show how deep the pain can go

[Chorus]
Bask in the joy of enmity
Ache for the sweet solemnity
Ask for the sky to peel away
Ask for the sky be rent, be rent in twain
Bask in the joy of enmity
Ache for the sweet solemnity
Ask for the sky to peel away
Feel what you feel but know it's all brevity

[Verse 2]
Oh, to be just a single tree in a field as far and wide as the eye can even see
Does it matter whether I know it or not to be
Bludgeoned by the harsh reality of being me
It tends to be that stacks of letters overtake my desk
Pens and bottles of ink as I do my paper test
Anachronistic how the days get spent every so often here and there little aphorisms get engraved in jest
That's a real wax seal it feels real great to take and press and seal and send pages of agitated text
Give it up and try to take a rest
Time to shut your eyes and try to let the butterfly take effect
I saw my fate and gazed upon the time and place of death in about the same frame of time is when I heard the angels wept
Tried to look at it all for what it was in greater depth
Taking steps to say this is the way that I became adept
The scaphism and the faith it presses its weight against
Sometimes I feel just like a dog getting kicked in it's mangy head
To the five daughters of Zelophehad and every living creature underneath the ommateum of Jehovah God
[Chorus]
Bask in the joy of enmity
Ache for the sweet solemnity
Ask for the sky to peel away
Ask for the sky be rent, be rent in twain
Bask in the joy of enmity
Ache for the sweet solemnity
Ask for the sky to peel away
Feel what you feel but know it's all brevity