Strange to Be Involved - Thrush Hermit

With questions in clues and short-lighted fuse

This last promenade before darker days

I’ll dance down the stairs with bows in my hair

And nobody cares as we creep anywhere at all

And all our last attempts have played in present tense

And I foresee the ruin of all

Well I fit so finely in with the fitting in

The lucky winning losing streak

With profits and gains the last dying strains

Of moonlight are gone, so steady the dawn

And it is so strange to be so involved, where nothing’s resolved

And I don’t mind at all