The walk back home begins when
you're far away off course
It doesn't seem to matter where you've been
when you've got remorse
But every move you make and
especially all you've faked
It's all burnt by the sun onto your back
You touch softly yet entangled in contract
And you say you're almost human
But that's too easy That's too easy to say
A bird is free, they say, and
the world's just one more cage
The sage just smiles and stares all the time at
the monster's rage
It's carbon, pure and simple
and droplets that make ripples
A long and dark December
But hold onto your head Temper, temper
And you say you're almost human
But that's too easy That's too easy to say
