Fosbury In Discontent

So the time comes again

The time to head away

I would love to stay

Convince you that I care

At home I feel a million types of gladness

Protected from the world

But still you turn and stare

At your feet again

What more can I say

To convince you that I care

At home I feel a million types of sadness

And subtle edited

Sometimes I feel that you're raising the bar up

All the time

I'm doing the high jump

I'm walking the tightrope

The sun is life

The process of knowing

Just what you are missing

The oceans of envy

The galloping slipstream

The night it is ending

The oceans are longing

For soil and for tidings

I won't let them near us

I'll try not to lie and

I'll try not to cheat and

I'll try not to steal

Because my ends are met

In discontent

Oh in discontent

We find ourselves