The Optimist Speaks

Faster and faster she strives to be the predominate savior of the village
She burned down her own castle, depriving me of my insatiable desire to pillage
To take what I want, to shatter detente
To chase after everything brought forth by anything gold

But deep in the night, I’ll search for light, ‘til I can see nothing but blue skies
The optimist speaks of traversing peaks and vantage points of endless blue sky

Lining her shield with indifference, so stoned and heartbroken from the strife
Cherishing the customs while scoffing at the trends
Has found her alone, so alone in her life
Do you know who I am? Can you repeat my plan?
Just to live for the pleasure of living another day

And deep in the core, there’s an unlocked door which opens to infinite blue sky
The perfect retreat from bearing defeat, now I can see nothing but blue skies above

The balance between good faith and self-betterment
Has crowded the halls of my thoughts
Can one ever be honored in the present tense
When a fortune and a throne he has not?

We scooped him up and we filled up his cup
And absorbed all the meaningless drivel he’d speak
We waited for years hoping that he’d wake up
But the boy has been absent for weeks and weeks and weeks

Words in the air, flying above your hair, words from the depths of despair
Words are like airplanes flying above the head
Never to be considered before you are dead

Believe me when I’m dead, listen to the words been said (in your head)
Believe me when I’m dead, listen to the words been said (in your head)
Believe me when I’m dead, listen to the words been said (in your head)
In your head

To my right there’s a garden brimming with hope
To my left there’s a vagabond, whispering somber songs,
Telling me there is no use in me trying to cope
Yet still I go on