Middle Earth Smaller Things Or A Modern-day Prometheus Revisited
a new dawn fades into the day of the Lords insight clouded by discord St. Vitus dance on God's teeth begins the end makes each new day seem shorter yet the Arcane play with shadows, the ritual game forgetting the dreams they once had the closer it gets to the threshold it seems the nearer they are to mad sometimes a hammer is all that you need compulsive saving face speaking in tongues shrugging off the world and finding remains of faith the nearer we are to mad the nearer we are to man screaming in need seeking smaller things to lead seeking leaders in smaller things inchworm won't you show us the way our matter pales to thee the taller we grow the weaker show us what we need the paler we are to thee screaming in need seeking smaller things to lead seeking leaders in smaller things ©1996 Middle Earth lyrics by J. Smart, C. Thompson, D. Lee
