The sun uses rainbows as weapons of cheerfulness
Leaving all creatures haunted by their beauty
After they fade and night stalks across the sky
We look for the delicate sandpaper truth they leave behind

The alcoholics return
To the chambers that offer oblivion
Their sliver of hope
Is drawn and quartered
While they rust away
In pockets of loneliness

They wait for the bell with baited breath
The voice at the front of the room buzzes about their heads
The nightmare swells as they stare out the windows
Wanting to break the wishbone that will free them again
Ticktock
Ticktock
Ticktock

If memory and melody flowed together
If thought and speech were one and the same
Our world would be heard as a harmony
Our lives would be seen as a dance
And humanity would save itself
All before Death came home

Your hair a-light in moonshine
Water chasing down
Your curves so soft and simple
That for you, men would gladly drown

Your voice is full of magic
On the isle you rule
You pull the men toward you
You make them play the fool

For you, they'll leave their lover
For you, they'll leave their wife
For you, they'll abandon their children
And in leaving, they are giving up their life

In the dark sea shines
A phosphorescent glow
A light for you to see by
To show what we both know

My heart is full of darkness
While yours is truly light
You belong to daytime
I to mysterious night

In memory made pauper
We walk by hand in hand
I look out towards the raging sea
While you dally in the sand

Silence in my mind is spinning
Looking through the two-way mirror
Staring at the midnight sun
I lose myself outside of hearth and home
...
Smiling as the tears are falling
Never letting my act go
My mascara may be running
But you'll never see my eyes look low
...
Proud and lonely in my heart
Alive and dead in my soul
If I smile, is it genuine?
Do you think that you can know?
...
Do you think that you can understand?
Can you read me like a scroll?
Can you hear me screaming quietly?
Can you see my mind swirling?
...
Old and young in one body
Deep sea churning in my soul
Ancient fear and those newly won
Compete against the pull of the moon
...
My mind is out among the elements
A part of everything and of nothing
In a million directions I must go
If I am to find my soul flung about the midnight sky
...
Smiling as the tears are falling
Never letting my act go
My mascara may be running
But you'll never see my eyes look low
...
Proud and lonely in my heart
Alive and dead in my soul
If I smile, is it genuine?
Do you think that you can know?