I can´t see anything at all, all I see is me That´s clear enough
And that´s whats important, to see me
My eyes can focus My brain is talking Looks pretty good to me My head´s on straight, my girlfriend´s beautiful Looks pretty good to me
Sometimes I speak Tonight there´s nothing to say Sometimes we freak And laugh all day
Hold these pages up to the light See the jack knife inside of the dream A railroad runs through the record stores at night Coming in for the deep freeze
(Mary), a simple word, are you there in the cold country? Your eyes so full, your head so tight Can´t you hear me? Remember our talk That day on the phone? You said I was the door, and you were the station With shattered glass and miles between us We still flew away in the conversation
My cup is full, and I feel okay The world is dull, but not today
She thinks she´s a goddess She says she talks to the spirits I wonder if she can talk to herself? If she can bear to hear it?
This is Eric´s trip We´ve all come to watch him slip He´s slipping all the way to Texas Can you dig it?
(The sky is blue)
I see with a glass eye The pavement view A shadow forming, across the fields rushing Through me to you
We tore down the world, and put up four walls I breathe in the myth I´m over the city, fucking the future I´m high and inside your kiss
We can´t see clear But what we see is all right We make up what we can´t hear And then we sing all night
Scattered pages and shattered lights See the jack knife, see the dream There´s something moving over there to the right Like nothing I´ve never seen