Crystal faces on a windowsill

I can hear them whisper slowly

Like the chill wind

That moves around this room i'm in



They're going places i've never been

Saying words i've never said

Thoughts of logic at once stopped dead

Moving up all around my head

Lines are forming, circling round my eyes

Turning round, voice would never die



Hey mister sun outside my doorway

Is a revelation, a revolution



I know i would, i've seen it's real

I know i can set your mind free

There's a wide open top to your flower

Every hour growing dead

Lines are forming, circling round my eyes

Turning round, voice would never die



Crystal evenings cracked just like the smile i knew



We're going nowhere so much faster

I can't try to make it stop, yeah

I know there's truth that lies beyond

This world that you perceive

Lines are forming, circling round my eyes

Turning round, voice would never die



It's forming

In a shapeless world i've formed a change


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