These Last Few Pages

Writing in the night by candlelight Feeling inspiration dry The ink on the quill has hardened And there's no more space this time The factory floor's paid dividends But now it's coming up short Mining for gold in a vortex pool Reserved for all the the fools Draft after draft Page after page Just gotta keep on chipping away Never mind hurt Never mind flames Feeding this disarray Greeting the sun with a full moon mind Ideas haven't sailed away The ink on the tome has made a mess But it's formed coherent lines The buzz of the factories return again Pistons start to work up speed Waiting for gold in a tidal wave That sweeps you off your feet Draft after draft Page after page Just gotta keep on chipping away Never mind hurt Never mind flames Feeding this disarray Moving through Moving through Mountains Of something and then nothing Moving through Moving through Mountains Of something and then nothing Moving through Moving through Mountains Of something and then nothing Moving through Moving through Mountains Of something and then nothing Writing in the night by candlelight Trembling and facing the wall Scrawling on a pad that's been burnt by embers in trials by fire before The factory floor's paid dividends And it looks like it's going your way Mining for whatever glistens in the mist of the top floor Draft after draft Page after page Just gotta keep on chipping away Never mind hurt Never mind flames Feeding this disarray Draft after draft Page after page Just gotta keep on chipping away Never mind hurt Never mind flames Feeding this disarray