Letra de Time And Good Fortune

Drifter, what about her conversation?
Drifter, how about an explanation --
Where you go, when you recede;
And why you never let her feed
On all that truth you hold so dear
But never let another near?

No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around

No -- to the quiet gazes
No -- to the muttered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune

Taster of the poetry
Of Pater, Proust, and Socrates...
What are you to do but sleep?
And when are you to stop and weep
For all you inability
To mate with your own memory?

No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around

No -- to the endless gazes
No -- to the splintered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune

Singer, will the singing say it?
Singer, will such saying change it?
A whole long life spent tuning strings
And will it now mean anything
But empty chords that only bring
And endless, voiceless sorrowing?

No one around --
My, don't we love? --
No one around

No -- to the frightened gazes
No -- to the stuttered phrases
No -- to the utter waste of
Time and good fortune

Time and good fortune...