No equation   To explain the division of the senses   No sound to reflect   The radiance of time   In the beginningest dream   Halls of disorder   Where we are swept to encircle dawn   Strapped in a low car   Racing thru silence   Trumpeting bliss   You could kiss the world   Goodbye      Standing outside the courthouse   In the rain   Seemed like a lost soul   From the chapel of dreams   With a handful of images   Faces of children   Phases of the moon   One little thing you get wrong   Changes the dimensions   Streets, swept memory   Diffused and lost   Like a prayer in the sun      Sometimes you can't tell   Whether you're waking up   Or going to sleep   Spiralling   Unnumbered streets   All the games cannot be yours   All the sights, the treasures of the eye   Does the divided soul remain the same?    No equation to explain   Destiny's hand   Moved, by love   Drawn by the whispering shadows   Into the mathematics   Of our desire