Dissolving the black & white of this world,
into the pastels of my imagination...

Do what you want with them,
but these are my promises to you...

Zooming down the vast stretch of steaming concrete
engine vibrating my feet, surrounded by empty...

My rampant ways will try to cover these mistakes,
but neon confessions seep through the blacks and...

We are the prized possessions of magazines and TV
We are owned by the media and game show forms of...

Hey you, you're looking mighty sharp tonight.
You've been on my mind for a while now...

I'm a mass of confusion
having nothing to say...

-*- The first two stanzas are about one person...
Your words are stale, they're no longer clear...

I can't close my eyes
afraid of what lies behind...

So I've got an hour to write to you how I feel,
while this old lady spews history in my ear...

And with her last breath,
she whispered to death...

I want to hear the thunder
I want to taste the rain...