When the time came, I was waiting, I could feel them come down on me. The central offices have released their ghosts and there is no escaping. And when they take me into that room, I will have to let them record; record over me with their faces closed as if no one is speaking.

Atop the overpass above the city lights, the brilliant scream of it will sing to me tonight, “Nothing changes at all, nothing changes! Na-na-na nothing changes, nothing changes at all.” Along the store fronts hanging in dark neon when, I hear the siren singing out to me again, “Nothing changes at all, nothing changes! Na-na-na nothing changes, nothing changes at all.” Below the billboards and the sign posts and the time, the terrible oracle will signal to the eye, “Nothing changes at all, nothing changes! Na-na-na nothing changes, nothing changes at all.”

I was on the train wearing a face. I was in the office looking at space. I was in a dream, I wasn’t waiting for anything. I was fast asleep, I wasn’t where I have always been. I was on the stairs, carrying bones. I was on the freeway, leaving in rows. I was in a dream, I wasn’t holding the clock in my view. I was fast asleep, I wasn’t signing my name in black and blue. I was in a dream, I wasn’t holding the clock in my hands. I was fast asleep, I wasn’t being made to understand.

I peer into the information, I’m searching for the answer with the arrow and the hand. By noise I am the answer’s author. It doesn’t matter what’s outside the door, I am informed. When it’s over, everything will be alright, we can all return to the apple tree. I’m standing in the information, so now it’s fair to say I know the truth ‘cuz I was there. And when I’m standing in the garden, the apple of my eye will be the apple of my mind. When it’s over, everything will be alright, we can all return to the apple tree. Never-mind that flaming sword of consequence, we’ll just walk on by to our apple tree.

People in the city, buildings in the body, something doesn’t feel right lately. When we’re broken open, maybe we’ll be loveless, driving in the moonlight, feeling sleepless. Driving into the night. Driving into the night. Driving into the night. Nothing in the headlights, nothing in the headlines, something doesn’t feel right baby. When we’re broken into, maybe we’ll be untrue, driving in the open, feeling sleepless. Driving into the night. Driving into the night. Driving into the night.

In the forest of wanting, animals are walking along the patches of morning, hidden by the branches. And when the animals find themselves the way the mirror answers, one of them will show their display to win the other over. In the forest of wanting, animals are walking along the river of language, hidden by deception. And when the animals appear to the clearing of question, one of them will show their display of displeasure. And all the birds will leap for the air, the forest knows what the answer is before it is made. All the birds will leap for the air, the forest knows what the answer is before it is word. In the forest of wanting, animals are walking into the open shadow of night with hungry anger. And when the animals find themselves upon the mirror’s answer, one of them will show their display of who’s stronger. And all the birds will leap for the air, the forest knows what the answer is before it is found. All the birds will leap for the air, the forest knows what the answer is before it is word.

Shining like a new day, like a diamond in the dark. Shining to be taken, to be broken, and forgotten. Up in flames. Alright, burning tonight. Up in flames. Alright, burning tonight. Dreaming like a freeway, like the city in the fog. Dreaming in the city of a new day in the dark. Up in flames. Alright, burning tonight. Up in flames. Alright, burning tonight.

Out of the ocean with it’s blood on my hands. Into the markets with my laughing lament. Carrying tokens of the sun and the moon. Out of the sanctuary dark of the room. In the Millennium, you are forgiven to lay down your gold, lay down your ghost, in the Millennium. Out of the harvest with my horn of despair. Into the markets with my hands in the air. Begging for tokens of the sun and the moon. Away from the productive dark of the loom. In the Millennium, you are forgiven to lay down your woes, lay down your bones, in the Millennium. In the Millennium, you are forgiven to lay down your gold, lay down your ghost, in the Millennium.

I saw the ghosts come pouring down, out of the offices uptown, into my eyes, into my mind! I raise my hands up for protection. I raise my hands up as they come, falling down on me. I feel the strangers all around, staring with eyes that I can’t read, into my eyes, into my mind! Throw your hands up for protection. Throw your hands up as they come, falling down on you. I saw the ghosts come pouring down, out of the offices uptown, into my eyes, into my mind! I Throw my hands up for protection, I Throw my hands up as they come, falling down on me.

It happened again, I opened my door, and let them come in, but no one was there. When no one is there, there’s not much to give, so I walk outside, back into the world. I’m finding the words, but sometimes you learn, some things that you find, will never be heard.