There's an old familiar siren And it breaks the dark with violence I'm awake now And I'm shaking There's a fever of the city With its traffic, streets, and frenzy Barely breathing And it's aching I have a memory I cherish And another I'll inherit Of an [?] Stretched forever With the hands of grandmas aging And her eyes made for escaping It's a dream now My endeavor And this temper isn't doing me no good And believe me, I'd ignore it if I could And I've seen the silent evenings underneath an ivory moon And my time is coming soon And I've seen the hands of memories gather flowers in the field And I feel Something as real There's a wretched wealth of weapons There's a sickness and it's catching And I'm pledging To my reason There's no time for these posessions I have seen the subtle heaven So alluring So I'm leaving And this temper isn't doing me no good And believe me, I'd ignore it if I could And I've seen the silent evenings underneath an ivory moon And my time is coming soon And I've seen the hands of memories gather flowers in the field And I feel Something as real