January, 1979. 
Saw a terrible crash and i couldn’t help but laugh, 
As my ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips. 
I was floating in a peaceful sea 'rescued' by a sinking ship. 

If I could [bad word] the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If could be your servant) 
If I could [bad word] the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant) 
If I could [bad word] the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If could be your servant) 
If I could [bad word] the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant) 

You watch me like a ten car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity.
This looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th floor balcony. 
From such a height you missed creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversations. 
And the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration. 

After years with a crown on my head, I've grown overfed, unconcerned [bad word] numb. 
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy. 
(Someone make me afraid of what I’ve [bad word] ) 
At the first sign of possible sorrow, I turned my heels and ran. 
(Oh, I’ll never learn.) 
My life is a cup of sugar I’ve borrowed before time began and forgot to return. 

It was a matter of time--I always said I could see so now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant) 
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see so now I’m going blind. (If I could be your servant) 
It was a matter of time--I always said I could see so now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant) 
It was a matter of miserable time-- but I heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes? (If I could be your servant)