He Was Not There Songtext
von a Lesser Version

Evening come
Burning, burning
Quietly, strong
I am not what I once was

Hurtling skyward
Frosted frowns
They hold weakly when the wind blows
She is winter bound

Told to be somewhere when the means might meet
I am higher, I am higher
I will wait indefinitely
Will you wait with me?
Will you wait too?
Will you wait with me?
Will you wait too?


Begging for forgiveness
And hardly hoping that you might acknowledge that I am even here
The fear of falling watches over me
Violence is an afterthought and tiredness is ecstasy
A futile attempt to recapture something else
"Shrouded in a mist", she said
And lifted with the grace and elegance of one hundred thousand clouds
Spilling rain across the continents
Chaos is in everything, beauty is constructed
Apathy is privilege, transport is disrupted
The weight of the world watching over me, desperate for change
The same way it ever was and forevermore the same
Eternally explicit and expertly sown
The riches held in hedonism, permanently closed
If not for something better, then for what?
He was not there