Lost capacity,
for infinity,
you and me,
are idly,
gathering moss.
Fields of industry,
death by misery.
You and I are idly,
gathering moss.
False security,
faked insanity.
You and I united by,
itemised bills.
Kills my sympathy,
builds my agony.
You and me are idly,
you and I are idly,
gathering moss.
But when you see me,
I'll be idly sweeping,
the dust away.
Look here comes the shore again,
and will aim there to be merry.
You and I are idly,
gathering moss
