We're not sentimental
We're just oil-filled machines
Trying not to
I look out of my bedroom window pane
Every day but
I've come down with something.
I'm frozen, tied up, cast in
as you fall asleep
to black and white t.v.
fly far away
I've been the call on a mountain
been the link in
Here we are inside a novel
Waiting for an end
Standing on a building I am a lightning rod
And all
Bones are broken and the will is sunk.
How did everything
welcome you're under control
and buried like a mole
1000 feet below
waiting
I built a time machine
going to see the homecoming
tonight...
Where do we go from here?
The road to ruby falls
Shining like a work of art
Hanging on a wall