Today I use sticks and twine to align bricks and mortar
To build four walls to hold my dreams and lover
And if the rain keeps falling I will be the shelter that keeps
All our harem warm and dry

I cannot lie and try to paint a plastic portrait to hang my hat on
And if this came down to sink or swim, I will perish at the bottom

Today I use barbiturates and wine and slip into my subconscious
And try to dream up some scheme I can live for
'cause as the rain keeps falling inside my head as I lay drowning
With nothing left to live for, there's no ideal

The sediment begins to settle in an hour glass as
I begin to count down
Until I shed my skin.