He hasn't had his year to boast yet
Life's still ordinary it's true
He says all the idols have lost their glow
Soon buried by trends something new
He says pain isn't pain just solitude or where he's meant to stay
A great writer with no masterpiece
Drinks up the hazy misty nothingness anyway
No glory to keep
He wants to be that rolling stone
Sometimes stirred by the cold unknown
Moved by indifference all alone
In this vast age love's a treasure so small
While info-civilization stores me in text that's all
The ideal life
The more silent the more out of control
This sorrow takes its toll
He says there are still friends from the same scene
Living ordinary routines
In the cracks of human contradiction he traces
A fracture deeper than it seems
He says a dream isn't a dream
just fireworks no one sees
A genius writer with no masterpiece
Drinks up the hazy misty nothingness with ease
Awaiting glory's lease
He wants to be that rolling stone
Sometimes stirred by the cold unknown
Moved by indifference all alone
In this vast age love's a treasure so small
While info-civilization stores me in text that's all
The ideal life
The more silent the more out of control
This downfall of the soul
He wants to be that rolling stone
Sometimes stirred by the cold unknown
Moved by indifference all alone
In this vast age love's a treasure so small
The worst and the cruelest claim freedom above all
The ideal life—
The more silent the more out of control
This battle of the soul
