Vague

We are vague and full of pathos Dead men's words tower above us Are we capable Of original thought? The damp is growin' I would say it is flowing It has become A river My kitchen is in decline The spores, the mold, the slime It has become A river We are vague and full of pathos As all of our hands betray us Our cracked tongues poke out Of beards The grey statues do not sing Grey statues do not dance And I am neither grey nor made of stone Well, I am in middle age And I've never felt so Alone But I think I feel safe in my home I think I feel safe in my home I think I feel safe in my home I think I feel safe in my home I think I feel safe in my home We speak only in humor I'd say linguistic kind of tumor We know what it signifies, no, what it signifies Ooh And I am in middle age And I've never felt so Alone But I think I feel safe in my home And I think I feel safe in my home And I think I feel safe in my home And I think I feel safe in my home Yeah, I think I feel safe in my home And I think I feel safe in my home Yeah, I think I feel safe in my