Volume, You can see it through my eyes And hear it, When I'm wide awake. My eyes Mostly stay shut when I sing Just like when I'm asleep. I have Dreams about things I will make, And plans I never do. In sleep I record these songs in my head. Drumsets, Taller than a house and bass amps, Knocking over trees. Robots, With five or six tape decks in them; For making tapes. Things change; When I wake up I see things For how they are. I don't have A body made of tape or headphones Attached to my head. These songs Help me trick myself and pretend I'm made of sound.