I find delight in empty days
I take my counsel with wine
My own devices have robbed me of reckless leisure
My words will be proven in time
The evening follows me like a blanket
I am less convinced of anything
I don't feel wise but I have learned to love

Culture isn't cheap
If you bite the hands that bleed
You'll end up with blood-stained teeth
You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite
Under the stretch of whether you and I

From harboring the hardship
Your love-lines will be wrinkled
Better the devils you know than don't, I suppose
Don't practice what you preach
A crowd of eyes have never listened to me
I am by no means a visionary but I can see

That culture isn't cheap
If you bite the hands that bleed
You'll end up with blood-stained teeth
You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite
Under the stretch of whether you and I
I find delight in empty days
I take my counsel with wine