After all these implements and text designed by intellects  So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides  And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines  Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine    I'm trying hard not to pretend  Allow myself no mock defense  Step into the night    Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure out  The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives  The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me  I value them but I won't cry if the time was wiped out    I'm trying hard not to give in  Battened down to fair the wind  Rid my head of this pretense  Allow myself no mock defense  Step into the night...    Mercy's eyes are blue  When she places them in front of you  Nothing holds a roman candle to  The solemn warmth you feel inside    There's no measuring of it  As nothing else is love    I'll try hard not to give in  Battened down to fair the wind  Rid my head of this pretense  Allow myself no mock defense  Step into the night...    Mercy's eyes are blue  When she places them in front of you  Nothing really holds a candle to  The solemn warmth you feel inside of you