a model of reality

i fight hot edit wars inside my head
the fools like flies must succumb to my whisk
the struggle will go on until i'm dead

my realm of thought's extensive and widespread
yet every day it's what i put at risk
i fight hot edit wars inside my head

i am the one who faces all with dread
but still i know of frolic and of frisk
the struggle will go on until i'm dead

the armies still advance with steady tread
you can sit back and sup on lobster bisque
i fight hot edit wars inside my head

there's not one thing that we can take as read
until we get it down upon the disk
the struggle will go on until i'm dead

so we'll continue till all has been said
and all our wealth is eaten by the fisc
i fight hot edit wars inside my head
the struggle will go on until i'm dead

to keep in mind

you've never asked just how to climb
the mountain that rears up so high
with peaks that seem to pierce the sky
and valley's where the air's sublime
over the miles we hear the chime
of bells that seem made to defy
the laws of nature while we pry
into the deepest recesses of time
what other kind of story's told
about the places where we'd flee
when the time comes to run and hide
we won't regard the wind and cold
nor all the distance from the sea
as long as we can keep our pride

under the clouds

a sort of anguish hangs beneath the trees
where hidden monsters all gather to eat
there's hardly any movement of the breeze
a sort of anguish hangs beneath the tree

pain comes the fill the absence of all ease
terror and desperation have to meet
a sort of anguish hangs beneath the trees
where hidden monsters all gather to eat

once there was a pathway

a cloth that on the bed is draped
reminds us of some other day
hope in each mind is ever shaped
a cloth that on the bed is draped

we know that we have not escaped
because we've never found the way
a cloth that on the bed is draped
reminds us of some other day

if we had chosen the high path
we would have found another hope
there would have been no aftermath
if we had chosen the high path

and so we must in calm or wrath
turn backs to sea and climb the slope
if we had chosen the high path
we would have found another hope

across the valley one bright tree
announces its time of the year
with all who speak i can't agree
across the valley one bright tree

beyond the ridge there lies the sea
but on it's nothing we hold dear
across the valley one bright tree
announces its time of the year

our thoughts are always far away
we know we have to leave this place
where we should go we cannot say
our thoughts are always far awa

we've got no time to laugh or play
we're told that we're each a disgrace
our thoughts are always far away
we know we have to leave this place

in dreams we populate each hill
with folk whose natures are all bright
we shouldn't come this way but still
in dreams we populate each hill

the world won't answer to our will
we seem to have no choice but flight
in dreams we populate each hill
with folk whose natures are all bright

not one who sees but knows our thought
is focused on some future time
so little that we here have wrought
not one who sees but knows our thought

all of our minds in dreams seem caught
we move from earth to the sublime
not one who sees but knows our thought
is focused on some future time

were we to journey there again
we would not recognise the place
each footstep that cost us such pain
were were to journey there again

signals we know must reach the brain
but nothing shows upon each face
were we to journey there again
we would not recognise the place

we can't yet tell the gold from brass
the sea fills up all of the west
there's nothing here to show our class
we can't yet tell the gold from brass

somewhere beyond this mountain pass
we'll come upon some certain test
we can't yet tell the gold from brass
the sea fills up all of the west

were we upon that road to pause
we would not think of all the past
we'd jump straight from effect to cause
were we upon that road to pause

and yet we know that there are laws
that find their way to hold us fast
were we upon that road to pause
we would not think of all the past

and then there's laughter

a sort of magic evolves through the night
with music that comes straight down from the stars
we pass from dream to dream back to the light

our hearts and livers never have been right
we see ourselves through barriers and bars
a sort of magic evolves through the night

awake or sleeping we're in the same plight
we see the world through visions of fast cars
we pass from dream to dream back to the light

we cannot stop nor pause throughout the flight
below the ship bears tatters on its spars
a sort of magic evolves through the night

we can't replay those visions with true sight
our souls and bodies can't withstand these jars
we pass from dream to dream back to the light

not one of us who knows what is true might
we play the same old tunes on our guitars
a sort of magic evolves through the night
we pass from dream to dream back to the light

just too hot

light makes new shadows
a fly buzzes lazily
still i hate myself

storm warning

the sky will weigh on every single back
we hate the winter but can't take the spring
the light reminds us of all that we lack

the storm has driven us far off the track
we hear the cry of bird with broken wing
the sky will weigh on every single back

no old crone's here to pop us in a sack
but still we worry what new day will bring
the light reminds us of all that we lack

our hearts right now could not withstand attack
we're trapped within a slowly closing ring
the sky will weigh on every single back

the bonds that link us have become too slack
but no ties can protect us from the sting
the light reminds us of all that we lack

and at the end we know we'll fade to black
none will remember and no one will sing
the sky will weigh on every single back
the light reminds us of all that we lack