Desinvolture
Jerome Reuter
I sleep the sleep of the hermit
I found a safe place up above the world
Where no one could really hear my song or read my lips
I roam in my thoughts
I visit the fire, but I stay away if there's people
I only ever mingle to be a stranger among them
I've seen what they've done to the city
But it's me, guarding their flame now
As I sleep the sleep of the hermit
As I eat the bread of the vile
Up above thе world, for no one to know
To remain completе, the man must at all times
At all costs, keep some part of himself beyond
Beyond this life, beyond the laughter and the tears
Outside, as the complete outsider