The restless Few
 

When you bare your nerve
I see one who serves
That is your name
I’ve lost my flame

If you whisper “adore”
I feel the sore
That is the sentiment
there is no repentance

If you want a lie
then we let it die
If you hold my hands
then tomorrow stands

We are the restless few
the never-silent the miscrew.
We are the spineless guys
the lazy ones, those in disguise
Night’s living ones, bats and dwellers,
everything possible, even those fellers
The misty glow behind our words
the barren ones, the underscored
The half-creators, the near-artists
the almost-nothings, and the late-starters
The outcasts of your gloom
on a scaffold with no doom

If you open my heart
you will see no art
A man forever free,
and will always be

If you shatter the silence
you’ll sense the wind
There’s time, you see
to face your whys and “be”

If you hold the moment
and sense its meaning
If you open your wings
your true self springs

We are the restless few
the never-silent the miscrew.
We are the spineless guys
the lazy ones, those in disguise
Night’s living ones, bats and dwellers,
everything possible, even those fellers
The misty glow behind our words
the barren ones, the underscored
The half-creators, the near-artists
the almost-nothings, and the late-starters
The outcasts of your gloom
on a scaffold with no doom

When you bare your nerve
I see one who serves
That is your name
I’ve lost my flame

If you whisper “adore”
I feel the sore.
That is the sentiment
there is no repentance

If you want a lie
then we let it die
If you hold my hands
then tomorrow stands

We are the restless few
the never-silent the miscrew
We are the spineless guys
the lazy ones, those disguise, 
Night's living living ones, bats and dwellers
everything possible, even those fellers
The misty glow behind our words
the barren ones, the underscored
The half-creators, the near-artists
the almost-nothings, and the late-starters
The outcasts of your gloom
on a scaffold with no doom
 

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