January, 1979 saw a terrible crash and it couldn’t help but laugh.
As my ear pressed against the past like a glass on the wall of a house in a photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea rescued by a sinking ship.

If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)

You watched me like a 10-car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity
Us looking down on the tops of the hats of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony
And grew such a height we missed creatures too small for sight.
Carry on over conversation as the misguided insects
Crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration.

After years with a crown on my head
I've grown overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy.
Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become.
At the first sign of possible sorrow,
I turned my heels and ran.
Oh, I’ll never learn.
My life is a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return.

It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (If I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of miserable time but I heard somewhere,
There was a cure for useless eyes. (If I could be your servant)

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