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.
