I thought I’d never see such an anomaly But on the acetate it’s happening again Found all she’d ever need: bright armor, noble steed And he’s looking back at me like a Santa Ana Wind I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried I’ve been through this cross-eyed love And I’m falling, hard breathing Into the television We may not know the hour it comes to pass But we’ll know when it’s done Two sounds metallically thrumming in harmony Just adding scenery to this theater in the round It’s all apparently a photo opportunity It seemed like curtain call, but the lights are going down I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried I’ve been through this cross-eyed love And I’m falling, hard breathing Into the television We may not know the hour it comes to pass But we’ll know when it’s done We really thought that we could mend society Undo the apple tree or just build a better snake And as for being loved, it’s not what you’re thinking of More like a falling dream when you’re just about to wake No use in suing me for abstract imagery I swear I saw it all just once upon a time And when I pontificate I hope that you relate Sometimes I worry I’m alone in my own mind I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried I’ve been through this cross-eyed love And I’m falling, hard breathing Into the television We may not know the hour it comes to pass but We may not know the hour it comes to pass but We may not know the hour it comes to pass but We’ll know when it’s done