What is the nature of this?
A standard always amorphic
Strange, how easy to list:
Routine tediously cyclic

I don't know where I get it from
I rely so much on expectation
Castles of air amidst this very sober reason
Yes I profess abnegation
(Great hopes, little one)
But never you mind;
(I'll bear your delusion)

I admit that no one is sovereign
(No, I don't even try)
Not even I
I admit that no one is sovereign
(No, I don't even try)
Not even I


And never you mind – I've asked nothing of you
Nothing which lies at your promise behest
Never has nothing rang through

I rely so much on expectation
Castles of air amidst this very sober reason
Yes I profess abnegation
(Great hopes, little one)
But never you mind;
(I'll bear your delusion)

Master all by easy hand,
I commit no act of violence
Marching to the strike of fragile cadence

And I see you in the corner, distressed
Somehow I'm not impressed

I admit that no one is sovereign
(No, I don't even try)
Not even I
I admit that no one is sovereign
(No, I don't even try)
Not even I

But I wonder, when did we decide?
If you're determined, I promise it's done

I am with you
Changing from nothing to one