Found To Be Wanting

Daniel, alone on the promenade
Burns on the inside, the clouds hide the sun away
Poet of principle, suffering
Peaceful surroundings that hide hell with silent wings
So alive, he cannot die; said Daniel when shown his own headstone
Seems he's been jumping the Becher's Brook
Without the blinkers adorned by the other mares

And if I will not do what you want me to
Has my life been found to be wanting to you?
And so Daniel decides what Daniel must do with his life
In his sole pair of hard-to-wear shoes; heavy with the blues

Daniel met Danielle in winter dreams
The shadow they made on the ground made the flowers die
Solemn the touch and brief the word
Hard the time passing and cold the air in their wake
So alive, they cannot die, the two of them carved in the headstone
'Round the fair manors the laurels burn
They break their bread in the house on the other hills

And if I will not do what you want me to
Has my life been found to be wanting to you?
And so Daniel decides what Daniel must do with his life
In his sole pair of hard-to-wear shoes; heavy with the blues

In the cupboard he kept them; his rejection letters tied up with a lock of his hair
He sometimes takes them out and reads them loudly, then quietly, in anger, and then in mockery
He asks her then she asks him: where can we go to go and sin?
I've lost my hair, I've lost my lair, there's someone staring over there
Could me worse, though quite perverse, to say so is a verbal curse
I know nothing after all
They despair and fall, and fall!

And if I will not do what you want me to
Has my life been found to be wanting to you?
And so Daniel decides what Daniel must do with his life
In his sole pair of hard-to-wear shoes; heavy with the blues
And what if I will not do what you want me to
Has my life been found to be wanting to you?
And so Daniel decides what Daniel must do with his life
In his sole pair of hard-to-wear shoes; heavy with the blues