David

Asleep for twenty centuries with this feeling Like I was on your side And I’ve spend some twenty centuries with this feeling Of being lost inside I was lost inside Of your mind Just like I’ve been holding on for all our lives All our lives Oh, won’t the hazies look into my— I turned too many heads for one lifetime I never had to try And I stained too many beds for one lifetime Never askin’ Y Never askin’ Y “why?” Incurious all the way up until End Times Y? Why is “David” such a stable archetype? Y? Oh, won’t the haziеs look me in my— Oh Won’t the hazies look into my еyes? Oh Won’t the hazies look into my eyes? Oh Won’t the hazies look into my eyes?