We

sca-

le

the

face

of

rea-

son

To

find

at

least

one

sign

That

could

re-

veal

the

true

di-

men-

sions

Of

life

lest

we

for-

ge-

t

And

may-

be

it's

ea-

si-

er

to

with-

draw

from

li-

fe

With

all

of

it's

mi-

se-

ry

and

wret-

ched

lies

A-

way

from

ha-

rm

We

la-

y

by

cool

still

wa-

ters

And

gazed

in-

to

the

su-

n

And

like

the

moth's

great

im-

per-

fec-

tion

Suc-

cumbed

to

her

fa-

tal

cha-

rm

And

may-

be

it's

me

who

dreams

un-

re-

qui-

ted

lo-

ve

The

vic-

tim

of

fools

who

watch

and

stand

in

line

A-

way

from

ha-

rm

In

our

vain

pur-

suit

Of

life

for

one's

own

end

Will

this

croo-

ked

path

E-

ver

cease

to

e-

nd?