Can I kill the lights, shut off the energy? ‘Cause the world is my windmill: it’s my enemy Can I kill the voice that babbles me to sleep, Warning me that this process never ends? I’ll be talking when I am dead and soil And the sound will remain when I carbonize to oil
It’s the ecstasy of flying miles above the hungry war It’s the fear of concentration pulling me away once more It’s the reason that I’m lying to you, why I can’t sit still It’s the vaguest implication joining this world to my will
And I don’t think I can make this stop Though everything could change in the world up top Behind my skin blares a spoken song Though everything could change it will echo on and on
I’m a radio tuned to white noise in between What was hissing foreground is now a backdrop screen And should a signal emerge within this cloudy stream Would it trickle a message that I trust? Can I know that a soothing word’s not just The beginning of more grey noise to fill the dream?
There’s uncertainty with every face I think I’ve seen before There’s an endless second guessing what’s behind my bedroom door There’s no doubt that every blade of grass feels urgency to speak There is writing on the wall in Braille through foothills of concrete
I’m no hallucination Watch out: your vision lies For every coelacanth reborn Nine hundred oceans die I know the truth is waiting Somewhere behind the eyes It narrates beyond the story’s end Books locked from the inside
“Dream never in a dream. You are all I need.”
Your window wide, your soul outside Thrown fast and run far You’re not alone, you’re higher flown Than boys with one heart Stare at the sun, I’m everyone I’m bone and feather I float above the borders of Now and forever