Thin man in a powder blue suit with eyes that slice you through The cut of his clothes was strange indeed (a hundred years too soon). A passing stranger with no business here, a rest stop on a voyage through time aa rest stop. A passing stranger in a dream we had a the man with the patented face athe one with the telescope eyes athe man who walked away.
Someone handed me a gun, ahit the switch and ran. I laughed and shot at the ceiling a I laughed and shot at the walls.
The smell of fusing metal permeates the scene amusic plays in empty halls amusic plays in empty halls. Underneath the street light the stranger calls your name He flickers to a halt aand slowly fades away.