the man who was too present. Lyrics

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 four 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