Two birds met in a tree And for a second the world vanishes Diverts the eye beams to the subconscious From the plasma universe Like all she ever wanted to be was written in sand Long lost on a planet Sweet the sleep that comes to the opening eye Sand on sand and facts on file The tranquility sea of the moon is on fire Books on mechanics say nothing of I And the things they're telling her are total lies... She regrets not having a lucid life, She never expected the fortune you feel that you deserve I caught her crawling out a window The front door was wide open The past is receding beyond control Each hour is a brick in the wall A brick for each hour The echoes of the saddest things are lurched in the stone