Glass Harmonium by Eleventh He Reaches London Lyrics

I'll bemoan a vacant life
And mock the love of those I know
And I will walk a favoured gait
Across the room to make it known

And I have blocked my friends' success
And held the crown of war, adorned
And I will walk a laboured gait
And cross the room to make it known

And I will cross the floor
And judge your life, phase-out
And moan. "my cross to bear"

And I stayed home
And locked the doors
And drank all I wanted and built myself
Again, again

Walked through a gate in the grave
Spun in the dance
Said the right things, wait it out
And I rose from the dead
Watched from afar
And I loved all the sadness, the sorrow was mine