when your soul comes pouring out
and i am the bucket and you are the spout
i'll soon be over flowing
thats for sure

when youre head
goes rolling free
and your arms are outstretched, headless your graspin for me
i'll be far away where you always wanted me

and this tide is rising
and we're playing in this sand
you didn't even notice when you lost your own hand
your head is the cloud
in which it used to be wrapped
and are we playing prison
or are we really trapped?

Door after door, Satellite dishes
Shadows rearrange and snake up the wall

An imitation sun blinds

A lonely ice box stares behind a glass wall