I am not spiritless, nor am I brave
I am not thirsty, nor am I to starve
I gaze upon a love that always was
The friendliness of moon and shining stars
The emptiness of bass drum and guitars
I’m not the things I make or say or do
I am not being like they’d like me to
Yet in a mirror smiling as it does
The friendliness of moon and blinking stars
The emptiness of bass drum and guitars
I am not in the mood for songs of praise
I have not finished working on the phrase
The emptiness of bass drum and guitars
The friendliness of moon and falling stars
I call upon a love that always was
