today i use sticks and twine to align bricks and mortar   to build four walls to hold my dreams and lover   and if the rain keeps falling i will be the shelter that keeps   all our harem warm and dry      i cannot lie and try to paint a plastic portrait to hang my hat on   and if this came down to sink or swim, i will perish at the bottom      today i use barbiturates and wine and slip into my subconscious   and try to dream up some scheme i can live for   'cause as the rain keeps falling inside my head as i lay drowning   with nothing left to live for, there's no ideal      the sediment begins to settle in an hour glass as i begin to count down   until i shed my skin