I live on the rooftops
of my wondering mind
Where sweet dreams won't fit
when I leave them behind

I've got protean drains
to purify my brains
when she's not here
and nowhere near

For all that is sacred and all that is done
I don't want to hear about it until it's all gone
When the day and the night and the lives that it takes
are weeping in rythm and the wind blows their names

And it is as always
an eye for an eye
when an unbearable lie
again and again
is responded by a lie

But don't feel too bad
it's not all so down beat
It's only a phase
the rythm of the heat

With a solemn smile
and sweeten grace
There can be no doubt
of what is real
or what could ever appear real.