Tiny Letters Lyrics

So you read it in a book of poems
All the tiny letters just started to grow
Inside of your head
The idea was borne.

It's not for love
You don't do it for the money that may never come.
You don't need the respect
You don't think of the cost.

Pandora's Box is full of tools
No one gets a break where the short run rules
And self defense is learned in halls
Where Muses don't return your calls.

Some build a world upon the truth as fact
But the truth is an emotion not a matter of fact.
There's no giving it back, you just follow the lines

Where they have crossed.
If nothing means too much, not too much is lost
Whatever the cause, whatever the cost.