January 1979, saw a terrible crash   And it couldn’t help but laugh   My ear pressed against the past   Like a glass on a wall of a hospital photograph   My forehead no longer sweet   With holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips   I was floating in a peaceful sea   Rescued by a sinking ship      If I could become the servant of all   No lower place to fall   (I could be your servant)   If I could become the servant of all   No lower place to fall   (If I could be your servant)   If I could become the servant of all   No lower place to fall   (I could be your servant)   If I could become the servant of all   No lower place to fall   (If I could be your servant)      You watch me like a ten car highway wreck   With detached, vulgar curiosity   Us looking down on the tops of the hats   Of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony   And from such a height you missed   Creatures too small for sight   Carry on covert conversation as the misguided insects   Crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration      After years with their crown on my head   I’ve grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb   Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy   Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become!   At the first sign of possible sorrow I’ll turn my heel and run   Oh, I’ll never learn   My life’s become the sugar I’ve borrowed before   Time and again and forgot to return      It was a matter of time   I always said I could see, but now I'm going blind   It was a matter of miserable time   But i heard somewhere, there was a cure for useless eyes