I saw into your future in my midnight feature,
I felt the weight of questions and superstition,
you throw at the night sky,
in the wrinkle of my slumber,
lucid are reasons why,
lust for patterns dear is a healthy fear.

Come back down to the house of the past,
i'll give you three, three good answers
two will play the part
of mystery in echoing laughers
one good heart is all it takes
one conscious though is all it takes
one good heart is all it takes
for yesterday and tomorrow and all awake.

You, held close to me,
truth and nonsense, side by side,
Our temples pulsed the sea,
drifting in a body high,
out of ourselves now,
projector screens, blink the tide
to wake in a lonely room,
only shadows, waves goodbye.

Come back down to the house of the past,
i'll give you three, three good answers
two will play the part
of mystery in echoing laughers
one good heart is all it takes
one conscious though is all it takes
one good heart is all it takes
for yesterday and tomorrow and all awake.

Future Eyes

All loose ends will lose pull of a string, it's a path you must bring in a moving stance.
There is no dirt, shovel in the road, nor a broken back,
only mending trance.
Fresh of thought in the clearest mind, truth will find its way,
take my hand.
Run in the streets if they're paved with gold,
you must be so bold, to take this chance.

With our Vessels in the city, and our minds in space,
history's below ground, so then what is this place?
Bring the echos in the compound, for reality to trace.

Keeping up with your ear to the ground, only what you feel is the leading light,
Darkness comes from the silent spring, we must make such noise to defend the fight!

With our Vessels in the city, and our minds in space,
history's below ground, so then what is this place?
Bring the echoes in the compound, for reality to trace.

Vessels follow, minds to space!

Vessels

The day we met you told me of saudade,  my heart struggled with such pedagogy. 
They say love's an art, and we all make mistakes, I regret nothing, though the will of affection aches.

Your love feels better, when I'm dreaming, 
miss me even better, when you're sleeping.

My fingertips run heavy down your spine,  but I know I'll never call you mine, 
If that's alright with you, don't worry bout me, 
a seasoned heart makes for an audacious lady.

Your love feels better, when I'm dreaming, 
miss me even better, when you're sleeping.

Saudade

Vacation music for the space time traveler.

Fabriks