After all these implements and text designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently there´s just so much that hides
And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

I´m trying hard not to pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

Since I don´t have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won´t cry if the time was wiped out

I´m trying hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night...

Mercy´s eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a roman candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside

There´s no measuring of it
As nothing else is love

I´ll try hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night...

Mercy´s eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you