There's a loose side door on the old birch tree
You know, we've both been through the bark
Flip the switch so easily
are you afraid?

How long? 
My pulse begins to rise on me.
We're approaching entropy.
And everything that I can touch and everything I see
feels like a dream.

The late saints fly across the sky.
Who knows where they are off to now.
Their sculptures move and their paintings shine
somehow.

How long?
My pulse begins to rise on me.
We're approaching entropy.
And everything that I can touch and everything I can see
feels like a dream.

Approaching Entropy

Ever wandering the endless sands alone
I'll be haunted by your memory no matter how far I roam.
When we were younger, catching raindrops on our tongues,
Only you ever quenched my thirst. You blew air in my lungs.

My heart is dry, cracked and imprisoned by the thorns.
No love can grow there anymore. Don't say you haven't been warned.
I look to the sky, squint through blew to see your visage
But you disappear, just a mirage.

Be my oasis baby.
Let me rest upon your shore.
Be my oasis baby and I'll be yours.

If you filtered my soul in a sieve it would all fall through.
With the single exception of a golden flake containing the memory of you.
The only way to survive as the sun sets beside the dunes
Is a warm body by my side but I only have the moon.

Be my oasis baby.
Let me rest upon your shore.
Be my oasis baby.
For tonight, at least, I'm yours.



Dry Streak On The Earth

Follow follow me to the end of the road
Where no one ever goes.
Follow follow me to the end of the pier.
We can disappear.
Follow follow me until the end of time
If only in our minds.
Follow follow me to the end of the road
Where no one ever goes.

Baby you know that my heart beats fast when your hips move slow.
Dancing in the street at midnight
I know it's cliche but it feels so right.
I love you so.

Baby You Know

Sitting on a comet, riding round in orbit,
Falling like a Shepard's tone.
Though I don't know it, though I can't control it,
I welcome the unknown.
And I'm alone.
On my own.
Far from home.
Like a monophone.

I just want to linger with ear full of finger.
Suddenly my mind's set free.
Please don't disturb me. Just let the world be.
I and myself and me.
It sets me free
So easily
But there's a fee.
I can't stay.

Rockets shoot out of this pin cushion seat.
Taking me somewhere that's blank and white as a sheet.
Nothing around me, just cascades of sound.
Please don't pull me back to the ground.

Modal modulations between constellations
Falling like a Shepard's tone.
Priorities rearrange, I'll meet you at the key change
And we'll welcome the unknown.
And we're alone,
On our own.
And we're coming home
Polyphone.


Shepard's Tone

I'm trying to save face. That's my saving grace.
You can't understand but just in case.
I'm trying to be on your side and to say I tried
So I'll be ready for the long ride.
Looking for a hook I only need one note.
Poison things infect my dreams I need an antidote
So I'm looking for a hook to fill the hole in my diluted soul.
We make love 'cause it's what we're made of.

Skim the Sunday Parade through kaleidoscope shades.
i-20 vision focus on the mess we made.
I've seen too much, I'm numb. We need love in this nation.
Wellco boots at ease can't help but dance to the funk drum.
Dollars in a gold bowl.
We'll start a fire.
The vandals are in our midst.

Save Face

Drive by's, fly lines,
Playing drums on the dashboard.
Picking up speed all the time.
The engine revs and roars.
We can drive from shore to shore.

Hit the breaks but it's too late.
Shift and then I swerve, coming round the curve.

If you are looking for some trouble.
If you are looking for some fun.
I'm looking for some one to ride shotgun.

Nice ride, long trip
I can still feel the whiplash.
Pit stop, fish-bowling the whip.
Damn cops can't take our stash.
They seize my cash and dash, ash in their mustache.

Hit the gas, trying to pass.
I'm being chased by the thought of her face.
Hit the brakes, but it's too late.
But this is not the end. I'm coming round the bend.

Shotgun

There's a loose side door on the old birch tree.
You know we've both been through the bark.
Flip that switch so easily.
Are you afraid?
Hello! Hey!

The late saints fly across the sky.
Who knows where they are off to now.
Their sculptures move and their paintings shine.
Somehow.
Hello! Hey!

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