How significant was that? The way you hunkered down and put away your skull cap It may mean nothing now But it's an image I choose to extract You see, I'm older now And I now prefer not to scrutinize the facts That despite the fact you hurt me You always had my back My conscience just ain't as clear as before My conscience just ain't as clear as before ♪ It seems improbable That on the coast of your knowing hand lies a poet's land Where the crucible is allowed to expand Sympathy and sin go hand-in-hand The past retracts, God swings his axe and makes his plaque And that's how you prefer to keep your Eden intact But despite the fact, you know that The devil still attacks My vision just ain't as clear as before My apparition just ain't as clear as before ♪ I miss my English rose She grows somewhere out of reach She may be feeling low But I can't find the height from which I may be able to preach It's something only time can teach That the weight of days can weigh heavy on your speech But despite the way I talk now, I have a voice to reach And I can sing my songs now, if my voice is true to me The talisman's as mine as it was before My third eye is as wide as it was before The fool's disguise don't provide as much as before The talisman's as mine as it was before