I set myself targets But I don't always make them I go for the records But I don't always break them And somewhere in the grizzly fog An object looms up for comment So I can [grasp?] it and tie it up and bring it home for you As if you wanted any thoughts of what that meant As useful as a [?], a sunset scene that someone set you But you can give me a like Gathering trinkets from the abandoned supply Hunting stories of the tombs to make them fly And in the artificial light I glue components together Stood it up and mix it down and freezе that moment forever And if I wantеd I could justify the time And argue its constructed Sometimes I almost believe it But ill take nothing away So much important in my hands A curator of observations No one to tell me where to look I got no guiding light Nothing I do requested Nothing I do arranged Nothing I do important Nothing I do will change But ill take nothing away There's so much going on (there's so much going on) There's not much I can say (there's not much I can say) We've got people hiding from warlords People running from floods They're carrying in setters on rooftops They're paying the price is in blood And all I know for it Is this little riff This tiny tune Tiny as the flickering light from this room to the coming night I wonder, will it ever be seen at all? And somewhere in the grizzly fog An object looms up for comment So I can [grasp?] it and tie it up and bring it home for you So much important in my hands A curator of observations No one to tell me where to look I got no guiding light Nothing I do requested Nothing I do arranged Nothing I do important Nothing I do will change Nothing I do important Nothing I do will change As if you wanted any thoughts of what that meant As useful as a [?] a sunset scene that someone set you But you can give me a like