speak slowly
Cuckoos are calling in coded verse.
I must have something that they want.
Desires can be midnight terse,
Like water in a baptismal font.
Ok, so what are you going to give me
To replace what you take?
It’d be more than enough to forgive me
For only one of my dreams that I forsake.
Lord, grant me the power
To understand what I don’t know.
I’m not too sure what you mean by that,
Could you say it again real slow? (Lord says)
October path is overgrown
With life striving for the limit.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve overflown
What it feels like to be in the middle of it.
Closing hours are posted on the door
Of every insomniac zoo.
It just depends on how you look at it.
They are also opening hours too.
Lord, grant me the power
To understand what I don’t know.
I’m not too sure what you mean by that,
Could you say it again real slow? (Lord says)
Some explanations take more than a lifetime,
Some take less than a day.
It doesn’t depend on talking speed,
It’s more on what you say.
You try to explain yourself
To yourself in each and every way.
You should have done it years ago.
It would have been child’s play.
Lord, grant me understanding.
That’s all I’d like you to give.
Ah but you know, it’s the things that you don’t know
That make it worth while to live. (Lord says)
I’m not sure I understand what you’re driving at.
Ah now I think you got it,
Why don’t we leave it at that. (Lord says)