This man was sure that the end wasn’t coming but
still he’d take a look.
He knew the ways of the men and their holidays
things read in a book
Opened his door and he stood on the precipice
gazing at the sky.
He saw the clouds they were shaped like the animals
things that had to die.
Say goodbye. No.
You will cry, even so.
We only wanted the same things that humans do
We only wanted the same things that humans do, now.
All of the clouds and the sun and the scenery
things that once seemed real.
All of the love and the words and the promises
things that people feel.
Shadows of animals seen on the wallpaper
things that once had light.
Sounds of the people who don’t each other well
fucking through the night.
Say goodbye. No.
You will cry, even so.
We only wanted the same things that humans do.
We only wanted the same things that humans do, now.
This man he knew that he couldn’t communicate
knowledge he had gained.
He carved a picture into a black walnut tree
fallen by the rain.
He said goodbye to the clouds and the scenery-
You, my friends, were right.
He hung himself on the branch of a walnut tree
Hidden by the night.
Say goodbye. No.
You will cry, even so.
We only wanted the same things that humans do
He only wanted the same things that humans do, now.