Lyrics

I find delight in empty days
I take my council and wine
my own devices have robbed me of wreckless leisure
my worth will be proven in time

the evening follows me like a blanket
I am less convinced of anything
I don't feel wise but I've learned to love

culture isn't cheap
if you bite the hands that bleed
you'll end up with blood stained teeth
you are a lung full of water
me, I am an appetite
under the stress of weather
you and I

from harbouring a hardship
your laugh lines will be wrinkled
better the devils you know and don't, I suppose
don't practice what you preach
a crowd of eyes have never listened to me
I am by no means a visionary but I can see that culture isn't cheap