the man who was too present. Lyrics

A Man Who Was Too Present

A present form of tenderness

A breath unearths the tune

I pray for better temperature

Because my back is out of tune.

I sit beside a willow's grove

Close my eyes and start to snooze

If I sit beside here long enough

The whole world comes to view.

Quiet and silently hoping

For something born to track

I've had some oh-so fleeting moments

With Hate and Fear and Death.

But still I sit beside here listening

To silence oh-so sown.

If I sit beside here long enough,

I feel my bones begin to grow.

Inside, a shown-down tenant.

I inhabit 4 dimensions.

I see inside my skin suit stands

A soul I've come to know.

And in his eyes I do wave back.

A friend I haven't yet made.

To get to know oneself

Requires love and pain.

(That's the man who was too present,

There he goes.)

A Man Who Is Too Present

(That's his life,

Sounds nice)

A Man Who Is Too Present