Look how the sun, captured by the rain Glimmers and falls and lands in golden balls Like a bracelet hung from a spider's web For me to show to you, like
See the corporate sea Atlantic's too specific Haven't time to settle Sharks infest the water Kicking up the dust Constructing new ideals Old ones laid
In the green grass a young girl... dreams She's a flower in the field Well in my dream, you are real Whatever happens now they say is whatever we choose
Standing in a dream, weaving through the crowded streets Leaving you again, endlessly The choir disappears and voices in your head appear Leading you
Down poured the Heavens Down fell my love The brightest of beings Cast from above When into my darkness I praise the God sublime Who let this fallen
You gotta give me a scene from your battle sky zone, I don't know Go blur the things that matter to me most, friend or foe Your fume, baby, soon, baby
I've seen you eat away Slow as a glacier makes its way down to the Rhine I've seen you fritter away Slow as a glacier makes its way down to the Rhine
[anyone want to help with this one? a lot of mumbling/scat.] I hold you in my arm... ... now I know... ... hold you in my arm then I feel your charm ..
In the morning your face cracks and falls to the sea The sun follows your step and leads you back to me You keep telling yourself that you're here but
And so with the explorers on my heels I started to wheel Stepped aside stone walls, I was sick of it all And so I set my sail on your coattails and your
city, catch the Hudson Line 'Cause you know I love the city but I haven't got the time Satellites are chasing the silver clouds away Mercury's are falling
Time, all the long red lines, that take control Of all the smoke-like streams that flow into your dreams That big blue open sea, that can't be crossed
Well, I got us on a highway, I got us in a car Got us going faster than we've ever gone before I got us on a highway, I got us in a car Got us going faster
What explodes like a fractal, pops like a light bulb Looks really awful at four in the morning Moves with a dead stare, coils around your ankles Fangs
mounds of feeble trouble drop from the skies I've seen an ailing nothing where the outer space lies Powder kegs and marbles [of mumbles?] turn from gray
Stairs to nowhere climb I take them, all the time Crawling on my knees Walking that old fine line And when I'm alone and scared I think of little rhymes
Everywhere you turn you are Surrounded by the sound of winter's song Everything is frozen and, only the swans Have chosen to be strong The skies are
Clouds taste better than dirt That's why you must evaporate above the earth Pressure can make the clouds burst Soon you wind up in the mud just where