Losing It - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The dancer slows her frantic pace in pain and desperation

Her aching limbs and downcast face aglow with perspiration

Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire with just the briefest pause

The flooding through her memory, the echoes of old applause

And she limps across the floor, and closes her bedroom door

The writer's stares with glassy eyes defies the empty page

His beard is white, his face is lined and streaked with tears of rage

Thirty years ago, how the words would flow with passion and precision

But now his mind is dark and dulled by sickness and indecision

And he stares out the kitchen door, where the sun will rise no more

Some are born to move the world, to live their fantasies

But most of us just dream about the things we'd like to be

Sadder still to watch it die than never to have known it

For you, the blind who once could see, the bell tolls for thee

The bell tolls for

For you, the blind who once could see, the bell tolls for thee

The bell tolls for thee