Lyrics:
Gazing at the window
Reflection's all he saw
Glass ran its coarse hands
Through thinning white hair
Scalp growing bare
Painting the rooms
With wisdom upstairs In moonlit condensation
Illusions of his wife
She'd bring him coffee
While he sat at his desk
Penning out their life
A valiant attempt
To open strangers' eyes He'd Mr. for too long
She'd be Mrs. "Most HIs Life"
The chalice he wed
Till she dropped his mug
And coffee down went
The warmth that she gave
Soaking through floor Paper and Ink
Hold up chair's leg
Poised at the sill
Brings back opaque
Dreams that were killed Coating the walls
Coating the walls
With some ethanol Laid down his work
Laid down his work
To burn up the floor
And over his book
A phosphorous torch

Playing time (m:ss): 3:33