I, i am the stranger this time around
You, you are the changeless sounds of sand
I could be here forever riding this death
You, you are the distance, my clown
I fall down in the sun
I become everyone who ever walked this way
Where the desolate places meet the oases
Empty spaces of today
I, i am the journey into the haze
You, you are the hill of yesterdays
I, i am the pulse of the heat
You, you are the name of every man that i meet
Dying in the desert he is dreaming of the water down the bathroom drain,
Thinking of the oceans and the rain.
What are you doing with your time?
He’s using it to elongate his mind (elongate his mind)
It moves (and stretches with the curves and lines) and it gives
Tongue is made of paper sickly whitish and his eyes no longer see the light.
Language has been stripped of him for good.
Slowly he seems to sidestep time
and using it he elongates his mind (elongates his mind)
It moves and gives
Miles and miles of body then he’s tiny just a grain then he exists no more
Funeral tears that might have saved his life
Squeezing he slips to ride with time
And using it he elongates his mind (elongates his mind)
It moves and gives.
