transcent 4. prophet's words

Full of ideas, faulty of fears, this place is sheer and alive

And your rooms are all right, but they're too dark at night

You go back in ready to run, it's not just for fun

You are callow and thin and hung by the skin of your teeth

You put out the flames and hide from the court

Thirty silver coins to sell yourself short

You've got good friends, you've come real far

But sometimes, kid, things are just hard

It's a beautiful world, but it's real dark at night

We are all bleary-eyed, sick wordless with fright

And when the thunder comes, kid, there's nowhere to hide.