Here it comes again,
that dead wreckoning...

The day is a blue dream
you haven't felt since childhood...

Seeing and feeling
through the eyes...

Do not present me with
views of a perfect life...

Breathe quiet contentment
I'm dream living...

If I could fade from
everyone and everything I know...

Whispering winds wail wildly through my soul
contrasts of contorted conditions...

Dazzle a weary mind
with fresh roses of sustenance...

If we were together
comfortable in a life that...

The night air saturated with haunting music
aboriginal chants pull down the weeping moon...

I'd tear my soul in two
just to give you half...

Hard hot metal turns to soft flesh breathing,
the sultry whisper purr of the saxophone...