Will you hear when your words start to fall
Collapsing in with the scent of a pall
As the days you have spent start to sing and to call
For the dreams you have left ‘neath the gaze of a doll
Will you hear it?
Can you?
Sing with eyes that sleep sweetly in your spine
As you crave all the things that are divine
All the things that you lost under a pine
Whose needles stab verdant in you mind
Does your tongue dance a dance that is silently heard
With the voice of a dead man and philosopher words
Falling into your lap like a dead, wingless bird
Where it rests in your eyes and it seems so absurd
That you want this
You want this
Want to go flowing out your brain
Where it will hold you
Will hold you
Screaming and insane

But I need this
You want to
Be here when the ocean breaks to gold
And it will be when we grow old
And we will grab it and hold
Until you’re a child on the beach young and sold