The Porter - A Lament lyrics

I could bend the genius' course
Could give wisdom to the blunt
But I doubt they would be grateful

One wish, a breeze to blow over
The shelves and piles of souvenirs

If only they would come to see
Knowing ages pass before a tree
Will spoil us with complexity
They'd be worth a hall of memories

But it's fools I deal with day and night
Fools that only come for short insight
Though all of past hence waits
In sanctity's sweet embrace.
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Hear my song of reverence
To the precious gifts that countenance
To clamber high and dig so deep
And seek what everyone should seek.

It's him again - the sullen -
With eyes in envy's mist and woe
Out for refuge in a glimpse of bliss

A short delusion
A frenzy grasp at nothingness
A frenzy grasp at nothingness:

Echoes pound so loud in me
Voices longing for tranquility
A course is set for stormy seas
Leading through the hall of memories

But it's fools I deal with day and night
Fools that only come for short insight
Though all of past hence waits
In sanctity's sweet embrace.

I could bend the genius' course
Could give wisdom to the blunt
But I doubt they would be grateful.