Saw it in Braille   Come randomly pouring out   In a wave of black ice   And night time and then      In a fast moving storm   With singalong thunderclouds   The soft explosion   Of dayfall and then      Orange and blue   The fire is starting   Shimmering through   The chemical garden      I am not alone   Stumbling through   The chemical garden      Behind these black eyes   A story is playing out   Atop a cloudy hill   The verdict is read      On every lip the sound   Of the feather falls   A wave of nighttime's   Electrical head      Though I refuse to see   I'm suddenly shown   Cut through the sweetest parts   To get to the bone