The static is visible, it dances violently
Phosphorescent vibrations scribble suspended in time and space
Electric like a mid day sky and yet the sight of it makes me uneasy
It follows me as I walk in the dark so I can see my way

The rain in this place falls backward
The silvery pools seem to evaporate before my eyes
But it feels good to know the clouds are waiting up in the sky
So light and airy, arms open wide

The streets are empty and I can’t see too far
The static keeps me company as I walk
I’ve always felt like I was sinking
But now I want to become the rain

I ask too many questions I think
I want to understand
If I were meant to be here things wouldn’t be so bland

And the thunder rolls across the hills
Thwacks the buildings on their backs
The bare streets come alive with silver pools

My mind is like a spool of yarn coming undone in crimson yarn
Stained with the wrong color, who put it there?