Out of sight

When you’re too close to the trigger,

Everything becomes bigger,

Problems are heavy and eager,

Far a way from here, I’m a leader,

Under the moon, I wouldn’t dare to leave her,

But it has been a while,

And the king drowned in wine,

And smoked all the pine,

And inhaled all the white dynamite,

To give up, one just might,

I start fires for some light,

A bridge here and there, out of spite,

I have to imagine everything,

Because it’s all out of sight.