My thoughts whisper of temptation
They beg me to concede
While I wander aimlessly, trying to keep off of my knees
It isn't easy to feel certain
There isn't much that seems sincere
It's the drawing of the curtain that keeps me waiting here
And now the time is coming
And I know it won't be long
It's for you I'm feeling something, it's for you I hear this song
There's a glass upon the table
Someone filled it up with gin
What good am I to wander when there's nowhere I have been
I could watch the tables turning
I could feel it from where I stand
But it's all a circus game, behind the curtain there's a man
I pour out my religion
I serve it to you cold
Don't expect for you to toast the very life that you've been sold
I'll ask you where you're going
With that tremor in your voice
Say you're heading into trouble, I say you haven't any choice
See the markings on the tomb
Read the writing on the wall
Not for you I gave it up, not for anyone at all
See the moving of the clock hand
He must be waving me goodbye
Say you'll see me once again, it's not the last time that I'll die
There's people all around me
And they plead me with their case
Find no words to hold against them, no jury can I face
Their eyes force me to wonder
If there's really any way
To keep humility and linger where I lay