The Spirit listens to sounds outside her window   As she stands in direction for me   Dressed down before the angels of broken wings   And her movements in shape for the scenes      The Singer walks in walls with shadows on his face   So many thoughts on a distant mind   Mistaken by sanded visions of youth   So overcome by threads of time   (Threads of time...)      Cleansing with all the spirit   To wipe the skin clear of the day   Fade away into the essence   Of the water that runs in pain      In a Singer's daydreams we find   We could hang upon her eyes   Wipe away the flesh of her   Colored dark by sweet good-byes   (Sweet good-byes)      Cleansing with all the spirit   To wipe the skin clear of the day   Fade away into the essence   Of the water that runs in pain