One more surface glows as I accept my fever Impart this perfect vision of my blurry theater New York minute, country mile, severed instinct Any measure, any means to drop my patience down the sink Heavy handed, laissez faire Consolation is a cross to bear Moments wasted and washed away All away, all away Simple creatures seeking out a path to stasis Treading light on hollow ground, but who could blame them Watching fires climb the walls for entertainment One day comes and one day lost, all complacence, no resolve Heavy handed, laissez faire Consolation is a cross to bear Moments wasted and washed away All away, all away All away