Speak soon I need some headroom for my mental In a big room, and a gold spoon on the mantle Hear the night, bring the terror through the voices muffled into my sheets While the earthlings are retreating from the right thing (to do) Talk soon I need a space that I can feel Feel real (cool) And a big spoon for my cereal Cold and alone you got nowhere to go, except your head but it hurts a lot (and it never stops) Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulder, so it goes And it hurts a lot, and it doesn’t stop Lay low, I need a halo on my exit With a bright glow, and a gold spoon for my family When the night rains the terror In the fighting muted under my sheets While the earth is, in regression from the heart strings Cold and alone you got nowhere to go, except your head but it hurts a lot (and it never stops) Building a wall that sequesters my home, and so it goes And it hurts a lot, and it doesn’t stop