Pretty Much...

A face, philosophical figure; held in beauty forever
Through stained glass, transparent fever
I couldn't care to be immortalized
Text book chapter, pop culture, t-shirt recognized
People with that are gifted
Given to us from something, somewhere above
I think we missed it
I want to be part way there, nearly public
Meaningful to those whose hearts they bare
Open ended secret love affair, maybe it was meant to be
Treated like a whore, we're only relatively sure
Filthy unwholesome pedigree

Not exactly the result we had hoped for
A ghastly gust or gale is choking me
I am jealous eyes, brewing in tea
Could swear someone was groping me
My once solid foundations are shaking violently

Not exactly the result we had hoped for
We want to be part way there

If we get down on our hands and knees and pray to this quake,
Who are we then? Who are we then?
Lead soldiers on a march, all of the colours chipped off of our medals
Congratulated and commemorated in a heavy hail of concrete confetti

Not exactly the result we had hoped for

I wanna be part way there
Nearly public, nearly public
I am jealous eyes, brewing in tea
My once solid foundations are shaking violently

A face, philosophical figure; held in beauty forever
Couldn't care to be immortalized
Couldn't care!
I couldn't care to be immortalized
I couldn't care to be immortalized
I couldn't care to be immortal.