and when you hear this song measure you in years will the fingers of the blind find pleasure in your tears falling from your face the way it wets your cheeks and rests upon your lips with this salty taste you speak and those words form grounds the pressure to exist in a world with no one around is it the fear of a man or the fear of these mirrors and hammers falling down i am old man perez i am as cold as any hand in death i am what is left a smile made of lead a palladium s head a small pile of geraniums red as the earth now thrown the surface now grown into the fleshy remains of roots now shown shes all covered i m uncovered in the science of sleep the two become lovers as sparrows do defining beauty in the order of life if camus knew if jean paul saw in a room with no exit you are beyond the walls i m searching for a face in the sweating of the stones who robbed me of my faith and said i m better off alone a writer gets away a character set free though everything i am says he was better with marie but who knows maybe were just too young to young at heart so we go back to where were from to gain our start now she and i are the same left to our eyes in the rain left to despise why we came left to the mind i am cain able is my will to survive it again and yet i do if i never hear a yes i do kept by you i am but a trade i am just business the patron saint of lost interests like the bike you rode in the street light left behind when the times got old i am just a taste the face that you took and forgot in a space full of books and i am locked in the hook to a song i have no looks i do not play a long my home my bone and marrow i am alone i am the only sparrow frightened by the moon the silence of it all it lightens up your room the nightingale she calls passing through the sky reminding you to sleep the world is full of guise victory defeat victory defeat victory defeat victory defeat i am your stranger now times are stranger