I watched you steal away
A man's best years
With the drumming of his fingers
And the kicking of his heels

I watched you put away
Your sweetest sins
I watched tempters satisfy
With the sweetest taste of wasted time

Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away

I watched him travel down
A steady road
With no milestones
Just a gentle slope

Soft underfoot, no sudden turns
Warn of sliding down that safe and sound
But not too familiar road
This is all too familiar

Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away

Don't let me disappear
Don't lead me to the wayside
Anything or not a thing will do

I watched you steal away
A man's best years
With the drumming of his fingers
And the kicking of his heels

Without a twinkle in his eye
I watched him beg and plead
With moving lips and bended knees
Just to have you back

Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away

Don't let me disappear
Don't lead me to the wayside
Anything or not a thing will do

Be numb my heart
Oh, nothingness
Be numb my heart
Oh, nothingness

Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go

Don't let me disappear
Don't let me fall apart
Don't lead me to the wayside
Just don't let me go
Don't let me fade away

Don't let me disappear
Don't lead me to the wayside
Anything or not a thing will do

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Revenga is right. the lyrics are from The Screwtape Letters. Here's the section of the book where Brendan got it from:

"Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in a drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is too weak and fuddled to shake off. You will say that these are very small sins; and doubtless, like all young tempters, you are anxious to be able to report spectacular wickedness. But do remember, the only thing that matters is the extent to which you separate the man from the Enemy. It does not matter how small the sins are, provided that their cumulative effect is to edge the man away from the Light and out into the Nothing. Murder is no better than cards if cards can do the trick. Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts."

A dead fire in a cold room is an example of how his character can be satisfied with nothing.

Revenga is right. the lyrics are from The Screwtape Letters. Here's the section of the book where Brendan got it from: "Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in a drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is too weak and fuddled to shake off. You will say that these are very small sins; and doubtless, like all young tempters, you are anxious to be able to report spectacular wickedness. But do remember, the only thing that matters is the extent to which you separate the man from the Enemy. It does not matter how small the sins are, provided that their cumulative effect is to edge the man away from the Light and out into the Nothing. Murder is no better than cards if cards can do the trick. Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." A dead fire in a cold room is an example of how his character can be satisfied with nothing.

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