Each night, they surround me With the lights and the microphones . . . With their bodies and the mile of cable Like a magic ring of bone Every night I have the same dream: A man behind the door With a tattooed erection And no reflection And his eyes like a chinese whore . . . Every night I have the same dream The madonnas at the crossroads, Dressed like future spies They shine their lips with android sperm And the riviera skies . . . But every night I have the same dream Its a vision of the dead . . . the way They stare into space And never see a human face. But just the back of their own heads Every night I have the same dream Earth, water, wind and flame The designers of my fate . . . Every night they come to me Release me with their weight . . . Every night I have the same dream A dome upon the shore Where some method actors Bomb the big reactor And it melts right through the core Every night I have the same dream Each night, they surround me With the lights and the microphones . . . With their bodies and the miles of cable Like a magic ring of bone Every night I have the same dream White crows in an empty sky When I call they descend, the young trees bend And the dream is always dry . . . Every night I have the same dream