The ending refrain - "Lord they know not what they do, but they know what not to do" - was almost the title of the album.
Sleep, my little bird,
There will be time for concupiscense then
Tho my will grows weak from disuse
I still have several beliefs to defend
I still belive that jealousy is tearing you apart
And I still belive that somewhere there's a man in me
O, is this my legacy?
A string of broken hearts
All of this from just a couple harmless fallacies
So chalk up one more casualty
When the trees grow bright new leaves this spring
And when they're shed like tears we'll sing
Fitzcarraldo, are you coming home?
You don't know the things I know
Be still my bleeding heart
For a moment
I cannot stand one more second like this
I am soft and bruised and my spirit flees
Though my mouth with each passionate kiss
Could it be my memories that fill me with regret?
Could it be my meager melodies are failing me?
Steadily my energy will drive me to forget
And I'll see my eager enemies are trailing me
Glass half empty or half full
You don't know the weight you pull
But I don't mean it that way
How I miss my right and wrong
Put me back where I belong...
Shaking me awake you feel that now's the time to exclaim
"I need you--now and then, forever--on the next plane!"
I need my sleep, you need your time alone to contemplate
The cruelty of your fate, and of your most unusual state
O, Lord they know not what they do,
But they know what not to do. (Repeat)
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