The Idiot - Goldheart Assembly

With you dragged through what’s familiar

It’s the same strains that were killing you

Is it worth it?

Is it working?

All ambition turns rivers into sand

The idiot is coming round

Did you lie nude with some idiot?

And confided that he should have been

Something worth it with a virtue

That perfect fit turns brittle in my hands

The idiot I know

You who hides the sun

Heaven knows no hope in hell

When you review what’s familiar

It’s the sad things that will live with you

And I’m sinking as you surface

I run my course I return to the sand

Where every ship is going down

You who hides the sun

Heaven knows no hope in hell

You and your sad veneer

My begging doll I will be here

Abandon waifs on shoreless lakes

Achieving nothing

And lesson done long distance songs

Achieve me nothing, achieve me nothing

You who hides the sun

Heaven knows no hope in hell

You and your sad veneer

My begging doll I will be here