They tell me you walk on the water now

I know who showed you the stones

You pray that I banish my appetite and lie there alone.

I hope that you've practiced your instrument

I fear it will take you away

You ain't the type to be traveling, so why not just stay.

Here it is morning for some folks

And twilight for those of us left

Who sleep while the soldiers get sunstroke

And make little fools of ourselves.

Are we supposed to get good at this?

What does it mean to give up?

Why did I call you? I shouldn't be giving a fuck

Answer these questions for everyone

So maybe they'll stop asking me

What really happened and where is your masterpiece?

Here it is morning for some folks

And twilight for those of us left

Who give up the dangers of sunstroke

And make little fools of ourselves.

They tell me you walk on the water now,

But I know who showed you the stones.

I need some things to look forward to

Maybe these colors will fade

I never meant to get bored with you

But I never meant to stay.