Everybody here, everybody hungers Buoyed by reveries, avoiding those of strangers Everybody greeds, Everybody hungers
I build a tunnel to your face Through books and bags And people with their papers, Pressed, creased and laced with Inky inky words, dusty ink Leaching into finger prints
Your songs are yours and yours alone - O' would I were a song within Your private megaphones Does everybody greed? Does everybody hunger?
I looked across the future and I saw only pain, A feverish cloud of passion Then a stalking slow malaise Then, leaning on a steering wheel With ashen eyes and words tending to dust And broken seals, The noise recedes, the light congeals.
You find a tunnel to my face, Book surrenders delicately, Almost imperceptibly Excepting if you're anxious to perceive 'Cos everybody greeds, everybody hungers
Eyes locked in fierce tug-o-war You never want to be the first to fall, Or even worse to be the first not to fall, The universe a cotton-ball Dry of all the possible.
I looked across the future and I saw only pain, A feverish cloud of passion Then a stalking slow malaise Then, leaning on a steering wheel With ashen eyes and words tending to dust And broken seals, The noise recedes, the light congeals.