The dust floats in my head,
And becomes time out of mind,
Something to sweep and observe,
Something to leave behind

Although he's been tied down for some time,
The eagle he now flies

With our bodies entwined,
We don't need the time,
We sit as one shape all aligned,
I stare right into your eyes

Although he's been flying now for some time,
The eagle he now soars

The forks they clattered,
As he dropped them on the floor,
Down in the corner,
By the fresh pine door,

A rush of nostalgia,
The warmth of something real,
A thought of his lost mother,
Preparing a meal

Red and black go well,
They complement each other,
Much like you and me,
A floating leaf,
A drifting feather

An epiphany awaits,
The fencer and his sword,
As he strides through the hall,
Looking for his word

I walk on in my canvas shoes heel to toe,
The pavement taps in time to the beat,
Behind me it's crumbling I'm oblivious to that,
I'm thinking about something I need to work at

The pavement is cracking, the rubble begins to fall,
But I'm too busy with music to hear it at all
Then my foot steps into the black,
I'm falling now, I'm looking back

- Why when I keep trying, won't this haze recede?
Why can't I see, I've got everything I need? -

The rubble falls, I look around,
I try to grab on to the falling ground
I reach out, scream, can't comprehend,
Too much to choose from, I see the end

Black and grey and black and grey,
I want to hold on but I've lost my way

- Why when I keep trying, won't this haze recede?
Why can't I see, I've got everything I need? -

Forwards, backwards, left and right,
I'm out of control, I'm in flight
I give in to gravity and submit to surprise,
Let go of it all, forever unsatisfied,

Forwards, backwards, left and right,
I'm out of control, I'm in flight
This isn't at all what was advertised,
What did I think? Why am I surprised?

- Why when I keep trying, won't this haze recede?
Why can't I see, I've got everything I need? -

The sound of voices strokes my soul,
The ups the downs,
The enunciation,
The rumble fuels my love of life,
Their stories excite me about mine,
There's something magical about a mind,
That's thought, that's pained, that's pondered time,
Expressing a ladder,
For me to climb.

He threw a hammer through the window,
And followed it though the glass,
The shards cutting his skin,
Before he landed on the grass.

The peacock fluttered heavily.
Charging towards the sun,
As it dropped and dropped so slowly,
Before the dark had finally won,

The town it hummed with emptiness,
As he stumbled over the stones,
Put there a thousand years ago,
By families and bones

The steadfast suit it chased him,
Through the alleys and the fountains,
Glassed blood it flowed across him,
As he scrambled up the mountain

The summit was bitter cold,
Though he couldn't feel his limbs,
He threw himself down the north face
And pretended he had wings.