Where does the weather go when I see blue around the goldCircling the atmosphere in California clear ?Where does the time go when today turns into long ago ?Where are all the colors when a rainbow disappear ?Someone's singing today I really don't know, I will neverLight the night to make it like the day, it really won't glowIt really won'tMake a line to make it mind the time, they really won't goWhere they ever ?I stand surrounded here, imaginary interfereSupersonic architecture Spanish castle creamPress my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clearAn acrobatic, symphonic helicopter screamAll that shines will come in timeNever mind all that's left behindLovestone blind, well still is mineHere I find my piece of mindNow they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of liesThe city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping fliesWings pounding to the concrete dance of stamping shoesGold seeping from the hand of the unamusedDown though the smoke to the trash scattered to the groundCut through the smell of the sirens screaming through the townKneeling down to the healing fix of a hypodermic crucifixHanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks