Curious Ruminant

Lyrics
I count my life in seconds past In meeting minutes, hours of glass Days of quiet watching, thought bubble clouds Blow through the years, wond'ring aloud Needle matches spark my fires Dissenting voices from steeple spires Ring out across the woody hills As brief as mad March daffodils Asking "Why am I here?" Answering "Why am I anywhere?" Orbiting construct of Jung and Freud Psycho dreaming asteroid Faced with big questions, toss and turn Unfit to frolic, unconcerned Asking "Why am I here?" Answering "Why am I anywhere?" Orbiting construct of Jung and Freud Psycho dreaming asteroid Ruminant pleasures, write them down Harsh adjective, improper noun We consider each every day I'll change my viewpoint, shift and sway No head in pickle, soup, or stew Sit on the fence, enjoy the view Needle matches spark my fires Dissenting voices from steeple spires Ring out across the woody hills As brief as mad March daffodils Dead gone, detached from your reality Pray, think of me kindly anyway In wee hours you peer midst the gath'ring gloom My ghostly whisper, "Cogito, ergo sum"
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Credits
- Writers
- Ian Anderson