He prays for understandingnHe's on a fucking missionnHasn't got a field to land innHasn't got a pot to piss innnGreedy for some huge connectionnNot gonna live forevernNever tell him he can't have itnNow he wants it more than evernnStacked urges, novel vicesnNight of the soul, etceteranThese dubious devicesnAre now his raison d'etrennI watch him by the rivernHe's like a reed in AutumnnNot ready to delivernNot ready yet for the post-mortemnnMy little waterbabynStands in a field of ruins, says:nWhen do we fly again?nNo word for what he's doingnMy hungry little savagenBright as a burning buildingnTurns on himself againnNothing he loves is worth pursuingnnBetter untried than found defectivenBetter unhinged than unselectivenBetter messed up than compromisednBetter ignored than not emphasizednBetter lie low than get infectednBetter rot down than be dissectednBetter bound up than paralyzednBetter the devil you recognizennBetter untried than found defectivenBetter unhinged than unselectivenBetter messed up than compromisednBetter ignored than not emphasizednBetter lie low than get infectednBetter rot down than be dissectednBetter bound up than paralyzednBetter the devil you recognizennCreature of wind and weathernCaged in a cheap museumnDust coats the eagle's feathersnIt'll break your heart to see themnnHe has the right to bear itnAnd still he fears to show itnWhat kind of eye to see itnWhat kind of heart to know it?nnMy little waterbabynStands in a field of ruins, says:nWhen do we fly again?nNo word for what he's doingnMy howling little monsternBright as a burning buildingnTurns on himself againnNothing he loves is worth pursuing