No Colors

As I drive toward the city, I wonder, "Is this where he wanted me to go?"
I drive into the city, and wonder, "Isn't this where he said it would be?"

A mile in the sky they pass me by:
Thousands of people everywhere; faceless, no colors.
Thousands upon thousands of faces who have no idea, no answers.
Fear stirs me as I cry out, "Is this where he left it for me to find?"

Perfect, he slipped it slipped into the great plains wasteland,
just weeks before he died.
The wars that he caused didn't kill people, they killed the will.
Thousands of faceless people stare and ask if I'm doing okay.
I feel so out of place, or out of mind or whatever, I don't even know anymore.

But I'll keep searching, I'll keep looking for that place.
He said it would be there and god I hope it is.

Cloud Lightning

Awake in bed I peer through night
wondering if she'll ever know to love me again
the whiring calm lulls me to that place of reason and grace
solar flares and dry sands whirl to the tornado's pace

Cloud lightning breaks my mind
Summer storm clouds fill, so absolute
with rain what i thought was mine
Its echos down the street so dear of my love gone

God's desert rocks so clean -- so pure
of a billion years of reason and grace

Night Terros

Just the other night Subterranean night terrors ripped through her heart
tearing out what she'd thought had been healed
My beautiful girl, God forgives those who repent
Even though I only wish I could believe in what you fear,

You didn't make the towers fall, but out of the rubble sacrifice burns away
with you buried underneath
Those fires, the euphoric love of completion and holiness
and away the son rises

I'd never seen lands like that before, so large and free

Cucumber Water

Not even time will make it right, as you're dropped cold, shivering or maybe seizuring at the hospital.
If I'd been there, what would I have seen?
Vivid solace something like infancy within a catatonic vessel battling immortality?
And you'd be shouting curses of remorse, but maybe
Dying ain't that bad. It's just another candy holiday.

Living in your dying dream; it's a tragedy.
Living in your dying dream; can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Just hold on; one more minute, one more night.
One more dying dream.

Faster, you can hear your heart beating, so fast that it's a tragedy.
Faster you drive, hoping that you'll tell one loving phrase,
To pull them out of despair of a loss so great - it's a tragedy.
Look at me. Look at me, can you open my eyes?
As all the colors mix so vivid a blend to black and grey.
Did you know that these were going to be the colors of

Living in your dying dream? It's a tragedy.
Faster, you can hear your heart beating, for save one hour;
I've got questions that I can't ask anybody else.

The Ocean takes you under, tosses you around under swift current.
God damn you, I only came to say goodbye, and see those colors...

Drowning in your dying dream; I'm your tragedy.
Drowning in your dying dream; dying here.
Living your dying dream, here I am.
Take me, thank you.