I set myself targets
But I don't always make them
I go for the records
But I don't always break them
And somewhere in the grizzly fog
An object looms up for comment
So I can grasp? it and tie it up and bring it home for you
As if you wanted any thoughts of what that meant
As useful as a ?, a sunset scene that someone set you
But you can give me a like
Gathering trinkets from the abandoned supply
Hunting stories of the tombs to make them fly
And in the artificial light
I glue components together
Stood it up and mix it down and freeze that moment forever
And if I wanted I could justify the time
And argue its constructed
Sometimes I almost believe it
But Ill take nothing away
So much important in my hands
A curator of observations
No one to tell me where to look
I got no guiding light
Nothing I do requested
Nothing I do arranged
Nothing I do important
Nothing I do will change
But Ill take nothing away
There's so much going on (There's so much going on)
There's not much I can say (There's not much I can say)
We've got people hiding from warlords
People running from floods
They're carrying in setters on rooftops
They're paying the price is in blood
And all I know for it
Is this little riff
This tiny tune
Tiny as the flickering light from this room to the coming night
I wonder, will it ever be seen at all?
And somewhere in the grizzly fog
An object looms up for comment
So I can grasp? it and tie it up and bring it home for you
So much important in my hands
A curator of observations
No one to tell me where to look
I got no guiding light
Nothing I do requested
Nothing I do arranged
Nothing I do important
Nothing I do will change
Nothing I do important
Nothing I do will change
As if you wanted any thoughts of what that meant
As useful as a ? a sunset scene that someone set you
But you can give me a like
