The Idiot

With you dragged through what's familiar It's the same strains that were killing you Is it worth it? Is it working? All ambition turns rivers into sand The idiot is coming round Did you lie nude with some idiot? And confided that he should have been Something worth it with a virtue That perfect fit turns brittle in my hands The idiot I know You who hides the sun Heaven knows no hope in hell When you review what's familiar It's the sad things that will live with you And I'm sinking as you surface I run my course I return to the sand Where every ship is going down You who hides the sun Heaven knows no hope in hell You and your sad veneer My begging doll I will be here Abandon waifs on shoreless lakes Achieving nothing And lesson done long distance songs Achieve me nothing, achieve me nothing You who hides the sun Heaven knows no hope in hell You and your sad veneer My begging doll I will be here