Oh I wish to be liminal
Though the lintel is bound to fall
And I'm not crushed by conscious
Though the order's stacked too tall
There is memory of some greater thing
Though our future does pall
Once I bore remembrance
I came and swore I was born
To love it all, love it all
Worn holes in these shoes of mine
And I know you're expecting a call
Too pensive to pencil in
And too grand for it all
Too grand for it all