Century

I fought my feelings and got in the way

Could’ve been easier like a decade of days

Projection, young marriage, lighting the stage

I wanted feelings that got in my own way

Then wrote that letter that had nothing to say

Staccato vision, like a kingdom of days

All lonely, or not lonely, century away

But still a vision as if help’s on its way

Someone who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to the one

At the end of the century

The air is clearer a decade away

Singing to a mountain that was empty all along

All lonely, young marriage lighting the way

She wanted feelings that got in her own way

Someone who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to the one

At the end of the century

Someone who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to the one

At the end of the century

Someone who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to someone

Who will lead you to the one

At the end of the century

Century, how long is that?

Three billion, one hundred and fifty-five million

Nine hundred and seventy-three thousand, six hundred seconds

Eight hundred and seventy-six million hours

Or thirty-six thousand, five hundred days

Almost as long as one of those endless dark nights of the soul

Those nights that never end (Century)

When you believe you’ll never see the sunrise again

And a single second feels like a century