Tekstovi: Sufjan Stevens. The Age of Adz. I Want To Be Well.

To think that I would die this time
Isolated in the room where the bed rises
Photographic ordinary people are everywhere
Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories

I'll find sleep, I'll find peace
Or in death you'll sleep with me

To figure that it was my fault
Or so I've come to realize life is not about
Love with someone
(Ordinary people are everywhere)
Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people are

Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn
Illness is watching, waiting its turn

Did I go at it wrong?
Did I go intentionally to destroy me?
I'm suffering in noise I'm suffering in
(Touching ordinary body)

The burning from within the burning from with
(Ordinary is scary now)
I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace
(Extraordinary is scary now)

So do yourself a good
Or do yourself a death from ordinary causes
Or do yourself a favor
Or do yourself a death from ordinary causes

Endless lights prey upon the lonely
Prey upon the lonely
Weightless lights, oh, I would rather be
But I would rather be fine

I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well

And I forgive you even
As you choke me that way
With the pill or demon
And the shrouding [unverified]

Under conversation
In tremendous weight of
A crowd of ages outside
Just an order

I'm not fucking around
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around

And shall I kiss you even as you take me that way?
With the pill or demon as my body changes
Apparitions gone awry, they surround me, all sides
From what am I seeing, only changes

I'm not fucking around
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around