at the end of the world i learned to play again for pleasure with a faith so immaculate so impossible to measure and my stone shaped bones were all that i had to give her and there was nothing nothing nothing to consider to be very smart one be able to remember to be a leader of men one must learn to control his temper and someone who only takes so that later on they can be the giver but theres nothing nothing nothing to deliver i buried my heart where she once swore upon the lightning and she sought the asylum of the things i found most frightening and she danced and she sang on my grave til her voice was a whisper still there was no one no one no one that would have quit her i was knighted in a hurry in old gettysburg where a summit of jesters were sharpening their words where each thing that i stole and i found i had kept just to give her and there was nothing nothing no thing that wouldnt fit her but i began to grow curious and i began to doubt her when the porch light was off when id come home from somewhere out without her and now she is gone and im only guilty of trying hard to miss her when there is nothing nothing between us but a river i agreed to a pact with the dirt on the tower id abide it and it in turn would keep me in flowers so on to the thing thatd spring but rush to a wither where theres no plea no truth no lies to consider there is nothing nothing nothing to consider