Prudence sold Build for show Staunch the current of rivers with rival flow Fortune's tow no matter where Gold in the water will not be wasted Eyes focused on the sky, when trouble is just below The loop will close again and again The common cold of men who focus on themselves Is that they would never believe it Awash in solvent for himself, though he would never believe it Her disease effacing. She's dying to keep from disturbing his peace Her stride, undeterred by signs of trouble in the home This loop will close again and again The common cold of men who care just for themselves Is that they would never believe it Awash in solvent for himself, but he would never believe it (But he would never believe it... but he would never believe it)