Aimless trust, it carries my weight.
Intoxicating lust, I feel like a bait.
I’m the guest of this fate that’s so lovingly mad.
And this party, of late, it’s so beautifully sad.

I’m gonna swim through Champaign of great cost,
through the wishes of lost.
And I’m gonna bring all the love that was caused,
all the hopes that were crossed, all the hopes that were tossed….