old woman 'cross the street; on the sidewalk; nothin'
but her nightgown & hat; she appears lost

as the rain began to pour

the bus squeaked by with a sneer; i'm cold
it's the wrong number & the wrong direction

it's raining; & i'm cold

[fast forward]

small puddles of distortion in the cold pale dawn; another
cigarette incinerated on yr lips;

the moon never wept for us

like it did tonight w. sirens in the distance; & inside my head
guitars in overdrive & a haunting melody

it's raining; & i'm cold

[fast forward]

the daydreams are all gone; it's a nation of nightmares
rubbing silhouettes; on ghosts of ev'ryone else

ev'rything fades slowly

there's a twist in yr eye; a small piece of fallen sky
& space is a lot closer than newyorkcity