The Library

Lyrics

A sign outside the baptist church reads: Mass at 10 a.m And apathy's a glove in which evil will slip a hand No, i don't know if i would go that far The sentiment seems unforgiving Although, i do agree The unexamined life is not worth living We fill our days like books of stamps Decorated like christmas trees Collecting years like hockey cards There is boredom and there is victory But those afternoons, when you stumble on Even the tiniest epiphany Well, you feel so in focus And it's, it's amazing So i walk and try to look about as if for the first time The poetry of imperfect pavement Or a turned off arbee's sign This exercise in forced perspective, the tiring push and pull As we strive for freedom and presence Through clinging and letting go Yes, we strive for freedom and presence Though empty, and hollow