Volume,   You can see it through my eyes   And hear it,   When I'm wide awake.   My eyes   Mostly stay shut when I sing   Just like when I'm asleep.   I have   Dreams about things I will make,   And plans I never do.   In sleep   I record these songs in my head.      Drumsets,   Taller than a house and bass amps,   Knocking over trees.   Robots,   With five or six tape decks in them;   For making tapes.   Things change;   When I wake up I see things   For how they are.      I don't have   A body made of tape or headphones   Attached to my head.   These songs   Help me trick myself and pretend   I'm made of sound.