I heard the bell ring   I wondered who was there    There was an orange sky behind the mountain    Just a silhouette of a horizon    And then I was in the car    Looking out the back window    And I saw the nose and eyes    Closed on that ancient face    And the corner of the post    And the cut-glass chandelier    A flashlight looked at me    I couldn't even see the hand    The side of the wall had two windows    Green light shone through them    Maybe an ear and a touch of hair    Somebody's at the door    But it's so hard to see    Imagination's taking over me    I got geometric patterns    There's lightning bolts and shafts of vapor    And a long coat in the haze    They're waiting for me to come and see them    But I keep imagining it's not there    It's back in the black and the red and the yellow    And the storms and the arrows and hieroglyphics    I can find out who you are    I can think about the stairs (stares?)