You are the six thousand faces I will never see

Trapped among the shells and sea water

Sitting and waiting with all the patience of a wise man

And knowing I don’t have any time

Well, the pocket watch I carry that doesn’t work says otherwise

And the nights I spent alone among pacific stars

A cigarette in my left hand toasting the moon

He hung himself so perfectly

And I think I see Mars

Oh lucky bright stars

You shine for all to see while I hide in the dim, dark shadows

I’ll trip over my feet and stumble down to the hole where I shall sleep

Another lonely night manicly depressed

And a show of good fortune I give up my happiness, because I don’t quit

Not when I’m ahead I just do it until it’s done to death

Even though I can’t feel my own arms wrap around me

I hold tight to the thought that I might be forgiven

And into your arms I may go

When into the sky I hang like the moon

Or a shooting stars don’t die

They just move closer to a friend

But on that day I might just realize when I bump the glass

I’m just a firefly in a jar that surrounds me.