tender waves of grain
smoke through grooves
inside my brain
i saw a light
that made a shadow
a rainbow coalition
and giant meadow
dreams that are mistaken
suddenly awaken
the confusion
of the undertaken
retribution
of a plastic god tower’s
contribution
who i was
inside my head
is never dead
but silently sleeping
and dreaming of days
that never seemed
to have happened
who i was
is quaking
who i was under
now is shaking
this truth will make you mad
and the taste of it, will make you sad
but over the years the thrill of it
will kill it, and make you bad
quiet rings of silver
gently clink in the past
creating memories
a door was opened
mirrors on the walls
i have to cope and
two champagne flutes
in his back pockets
and i’m all alone
in my bed
under old heaven
like they said,
this little girl
will soon be dead
who i was
inside my head
is never dead
but silently sleeping
and dreaming of days
that never seemed
to have happened
who i was
is quaking
who i was under
now is shaking
this truth will make you mad
and the taste of it, will make you sad
but over the years the thrill of it
will kill it, and make you bad
but like they say
i would never live
to see the day
that shadows speak
before they run away
in the darkness
you’ll prevail
all the lies
will unveil
and you will know
the meaning of
siberians
and the 144 thousand
arians
with blonde hair
and brown eyes
and cut off heads
stuck forever
on their hotel beds
who i was
inside my head
is never dead
but silently sleeping
and dreaming of days
that never seemed
to have happened
will make you mad
and make you sad
but over the years
will make you bad
who i was
is quaking
who i was under
now is shaking
drunk off the power
in the final hour
i tell you
that who i was
is on and clever
and who i am
is me forever.
