Talk on Indolence

Well, I've been locking myself up in my house for sometime now

Reading and writing and reading and thinking

And searching for reasons and missing the seasons

The autumn, the spring, the summer, the snow

The record will stop and the record will go

Latches latch, the windows down

The dog coming in and the dog going out

Up with caffeine and down with a shot

Constantly worried about what I've got

Distracting my work but I can't make a stop

And my confidence on and my confidence off

And I sink to the bottom and rise to the top

And I think to myself that I do this a lot

World outside just goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

And witness it all from the blinds of my window

(Three, four)

I'm a little nervous 'bout what you'll think

When you see me in my swimming trunks

And last night in New York I got raging drunk

Remember one time I got raging drunk with you

Now I can recall a time when we made the city

Streets our playground, swimming in the fountains

Filled with cigarettes and bottles

Sped through Italian city streets of cobblestone

Because we had to

Because I loved you

Because the damned alcohol

Because what ever at all

Now I've grown too aware of my mortality

To let go and forget about dying

Long enough to drop the hammer down

And let the indolence go wild and flying through

Because we