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?