Patiently awaiting her insatiably strange
Daily disposition to embellish the range
Of superficial flattery for anything nice
He rolls his eyes accordingly
and swallows his favorite vice

He wanders out to howl at the moon
Understandably regretting
He had entered the room
But suddenly he turns to stone
His mind between the nothing
and the everything he's ever known

The sky is splitting open
The stars are spinning round
His spirit's in the heavens
and his head's on the ground
Time was disappearing through the crack in the sky
When he rose to his feet and shouted
Every single king to his eyes

Incredulously stepping outdoors
She wonders if she's ever seen him sober before
At times the definition of an eloquent man
Tonight he daftly rambles like a fever only can