He came to town when skies were gray.
He said: "I can make the clouds go away."
So we looked up, and there he was.
He said: "Well, can't you see it's all because
you hold so dear to every day?"

He came to town barefoot and grinning
just to set our little world spinning.
Spin, spin, oh spin little top
but please don't stop
'til my eyelids drop.

He raised his hand and waved his arm;
and mumbling a little charm,
said: "I'll save you from the game,
it's easy to do, forget your name.
It's no cause for alarm."

He left the town when skies were clear
but now the things we held so dear,
from all our minds, are far and gone.
So, we stare at stars all night long
and sleep away the day.

He left the town barefoot and grinning
just to set our little world spinning.
Spin, spin, oh spin little top,
but please don't stop
'til my eyelids drop.

O, bitter skies with speckled heavens!
Beyond the idle thinker’s eye --
Serenely still without impressions,
Unconcerned with passers-by.

Beneath your canopy, on high,
Pleasured moans and tortured cries
Become the same with passing time.

Such elegance, so divine!
And without a chance to make it mine --
How my soul can't help but shake.

O, Master of Fortune and Weaver of Fate!
Your will unwinds in billows and furls.
With patient breath and silent ache,
Could I but stand within those curls!

Spinning around in the gentle moonlight,
she asked me to hold her, though just for the night.
The circles stood still as the embrace took hold
and the silence around us began to unfold.

I awoke from my dreams
of meadows and peace
to an empty bedside
of temporary retreat.

That evening had passed
through the fires of dawn.
Our moment but a flash,
the span of a yawn.

If only we'd met closer to home,
not out on the road, wandering alone,
we'd still be together out of the cold.

Please, mother please! I can't find my way out!    
It's all I can do, to manage a shout.
Though I sit still, my thoughts whirl about.

Mother, oh mother! There's spies in this house!    
They're black as a shadow, quick as a mouse.
They steal the secrets right out of my mouth.

Please, mother please! Soothe my troubles to sleep.    
They hide in the places I dare not creep;
In the chasms and the cracks running deep.

Mother, oh mother! I'm loosing again!    
I'll relish the taint and wallow in sin;
Then I'll return to the creature I've been.

Please, mother please! Why won't you rescue me?    
I call out to you from my bended knee:
"Please, mother please! I just want to be free!"

Bright shining light in the darkness of night;
Shapeless transcendence comes billowing out,
Filling my head with six figures of peace.

What could I call you, if your name's my own?
Tracing the silence and words leading home,
I stepped out the door and wandered alone.

But this bright shining light in the farness of sight
Unties my wings so my thoughts can take flight
And beckons me on with dreams ever more.

What could I call you if my thoughts didn't soar?
Facing the waters, embracing the shore,
I stepped off the moor and wandered alone.

But this bright shining light on the horizon,
I beg you to tell me who I am
for then I may know who you are.