Two birds met in a tree
And for a second the world vanishes
Diverts the eye beams to the subconscious
From the plasma universe
Like all she ever wanted to be was written in sand
Long lost on a planet
Sweet the sleep that comes to the opening eye
Sand on sand and facts on file
The tranquility sea of the moon is on fire
Books on mechanics say nothing of I
And the things they're telling her are total lies…
She regrets not having a lucid life,
She never expected the fortune you feel that you deserve
I caught her crawling out a window
The front door was wide open
The past is receding beyond control
Each hour is a brick in the wall
A brick for each hour
The echoes of the saddest things are lurched in the stone