Words for the Weary Lyrics

I rise, I repeat

The sun will never set on me

I die, I repeat

I fry and decay in the desert heat

I doubt I believe

the same as the other part of me

I rise, I repeat

The sun is my only memory

Beside a shrunken visage I lie

On a throne of my own making where I die

Perched atop the hill

I can hear her still

She cries

I rise just to think

The sun will set eventually

Fade away, go to sleep

Just give in to gravity

Can I have your attention please?

Only write down what I repeat

I doubt you believe

A word of this so why should I speak?

A word for the weary, a word for the wise

Beware of the bastard behind your designs

Perched atop the hill

I can hear him still

He cries

And I fall

And the top is lot higher up

When you've risen this tall

And I fall

And it's not what I thought it

Would shape up to be, not at all

And perched atop the hill, I can hear him still

He cries