Michael produced an empty vile Whispered of it’s past inhabitants “The remnants there will make you smile Come with me, oh come with me” Somewhere waiting for the train -- where will we be? A wayfaring poet came to me, whispered symphonies As rain, rain, rain falls against the Window Pain Sane, sane, sane -- let go of all earthly pain Wane, wax, wax, wane, laughter swoops us all away Until we ponder: Will it always be like this? Never knew what I would miss All this from Lisa’s dark kiss? Thought my best friend wanted to kill us
One day I found myself running through nameless halls Seeing shapes but not knowing the essence of what they are What they are, what they are, who am I? As lines, lines, lines make corners stretching so high, high, high, high… At the ceiling they diverge, I…. I’m running, running, running, running from something I don’t understand I’m longing, longing, longing for a grand escape What I want, deep down I know Find the stream and let it flow Let’s drift away from the madness
One morning hypnotized By the blue sky, everlasting… The streets of LA are empty, Oh…. The streets of LA are empty, Oh…. The streets of LA are empty, Oh…. The streets of LA are empty, Oh….