The Child of Eve - New'ish Lament Lyrics

One of these days he'll come back home to us
One of these days he'll lose his sense of direction

Settle down, you're hysteric
You know he left it here
The binding and the feathers
The reams and all the letters
But, the words on every page are burnt

So it is that he roams
To withhold any sign of peace he might acquire
'Cause I can't help but feel he's grown wretched

Settle down, you're hysteric
You know I said it well
The binding and the feathers
The reams and all the letters
The words on every page are burnt

The banter better make him scurry up his own
Or he'll make believe that he's all better when he's not
And he's come to weigh