Текст Sleeping At Last – Birdcage Religion

So slowly I’m losing
who I’ve sworn to be.
a promise in pencil
that years have made so hard to read.

but time is spinning silk
that coils ruthlessly;
with the devil’s patience,
it binds my hands so quietly
that soon it becomes a part of me.

so soften these edges and straighten out my tie.
and help me remember
the hope that I have compromised.

please be a broken record for me.