There's an old familiar siren
And it breaks the dark with violence
I'm awake now
And I'm shaking
There's a fever of the city
With its traffic, streets, and frenzy
Barely breathing
And it's aching
I have a memory I cherish
And another I'll inherit
Of an [?]
Stretched forever
With the hands of grandmas aging
And her eyes made for escaping
It's a dream now
My endeavor
And this temper isn't doing me no good
And believe me, I'd ignore it if I could
And I've seen the silent evenings underneath an ivory moon
And my time is coming soon
And I've seen the hands of memories gather flowers in the field
And I feel
Something as real
There's a wretched wealth of weapons
There's a sickness and it's catching
And I'm pledging
To my reason
There's no time for these posessions
I have seen the subtle heaven
So alluring
So I'm leaving
And this temper isn't doing me no good
And believe me, I'd ignore it if I could
And I've seen the silent evenings underneath an ivory moon
And my time is coming soon
And I've seen the hands of memories gather flowers in the field
And I feel
Something as real