Saint Leonard touched a Philistine
A sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme
But even he was not much nourished
By modern loveSo I told her that everything she does is divine
And she replied with a blank expression
An object lesson and making me feel benignThen whispered, "Independence and indifference
Are the wings which allow the heart to fly"Feelings I have had too often
Still no plan in place
To soften the inevitable blow
The rituals we knowAnd with the right revolting piety of tone
The word freedom
Can make you wanna lock yourself
In a deep dark dungeonBut everybody follows pleasure
Everybody gets somewhere I swear
I wish I could be there awayNow it's absolutely clear to me
That solitude is not the same as singularity
But that's not why I'm lonely
No that's not why I'm lonely