He prays for understanding He's on a f**ing mission Hasn't got a field to land in Hasn't got a pot to piss in Greedy for some huge connection Not gonna live forever Never tell him he can't have it Now he wants it more than ever Stacked urges, novel vices Night of the soul, etcetera These dubious devices Are now his raison d'etre I watch him by the river He's like a reed in Autumn Not ready to deliver Not ready yet for the post-mortem My little waterbaby Stands in a field of ruins, says: "When do we fly again?" No word for what he's doing My hungry little savage Bright as a burning building Turns on himself again Nothing he loves is worth pursuing Better untried than found defective Better unhinged than unselective Better messed up than compromised Better ignored than not emphasized Better lie low than get infected Better rot down than be dissected Better bound up than paralyzed Better the devil you recognize Better untried than found defective Better unhinged than unselective Better messed up than compromised Better ignored than not emphasized Better lie low than get infected Better rot down than be dissected Better bound up than paralyzed Better the devil you recognize Creature of wind and weather Caged in a cheap museum Dust coats the eagle's feathers It'll break your heart to see them He has the right to bear it And still he fears to show it What kind of eye to see it What kind of heart to know it? My little waterbaby Stands in a field of ruins, says: "When do we fly again?" No word for what he's doing My howling little monster Bright as a burning building Turns on himself again Nothing he loves is worth pursuing