time rushes through me, the eyes of a ghost & the wooden heart of America over the rooftops strange people see great visions in the bleak cemetery dawn then with wine & songs they pass me on by in the night slowly i walk these strange walls crying for your eyes hallucination i talk in sleep of water & fading you first burst to love me & life was a free night just like this one here at the edge then you said my eyes have ancient heaven writhing inside of them so angrily & then you filled me with your first secret- if you sing you fill the warp of heaven when you feel the sun's hand silently glide untwisting the dawn