wading through the noise/ learn to let the voices guide you/ through each unsolved night-- no more potion to paint you with the brush of dreamy light fading all your love affairs with truths you'll never know/ sucked into the black hole with the rays that followed you, not knowing what would happen to them what would happen to them what would happen to them what would happen to them what would happen to them... know i talk too much about the light and when you see without/ know i talk too much about/ the light and what you see without nostalgia for an age you've never lived in-- a place you've never been. memories forgotten now somehow might have been the ones you can't live without na woke up dreaming i was a demon come to rescue you from the ordinary hue of an unlit sky while you were laying there sitting there, sleeping there i crept into your mind-- not the ordinary kind of thing to do thought i'd tell you in a letter, but that fell through (my mind's been so scattered recently-- too many things to think about) like how the world's gonna end every year til the end comes and the past'll never follow through (there's not a thing to do, anywhere) spent my day dreaming you were the demon come to rescue me from the ordinary sea of everything else na na na na na na na na na na na na man it feels so good to sleep off the worries of the day-- the many little ways that life can creep up on you the wind comes in the window but the blankets keep us warm all our plans are gone and the future's calling... answer, answer while you sleep answer, answer while you sleep {i saw a hawk and it said "hey"} {alright, okay--have a beautiful day} you ask me why i give you blank stares when you ask me if you're going crazy to think that is something out of control i know we're far out baby, connected though, oh everything is relative to what you've known before, lies lead to truths lead to lies lead to more do you think you'll know when we get there-- out on the edge? i wanna see the ground before i fall to it remember nights wasted chasing clouds? do you remember what we were talking about? how everything is relative to what you've known before. lies lead to truths bring the lies bring the war it's hard to tell the difference between friend and foe when everybody's scared of something they don't even know it's hard to tell a black hole from the spirit in the sky-- it's hard to tell a blank stare from an unrequited high .......................... there's nothing left, nothing to guess of what it could have been a home for hollow bones. fallen from it's cradle in the tree. there's no one home since the storm hit. the lights are gone-- gone for good.