Lovestone Blind - Psychotic Waltz

Mosquito

Lovestone Blind

Where does the weather go when I see blue around the gold

Circling the atmosphere in California clear?

Where does the time go when today turns into long ago?

Where are all the colors when a rainbow disappear?

Someone’s singing today I really don’t know, I will never

Light the night to make it like the day, it really won’t glow

It really won’t

Make a line to make it mind the time, they really won’t go

Where they ever?

I stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere

Supersonic architecture Spanish castle cream

Press my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clear

An acrobatic, symphonic helicopter scream

All that shines will come in time

Never mind all that’s left behind

Lovestone blind, well still is mine

Here I find my piece of mind

Now they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of lies

The city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping flies

Wings pounding to the concrete dance of stamping shoes

Gold seeping from the hand of the unamused

Down though the smoke to the trash scattered to the ground

Cut through the smell of the sirens screaming through the town

Kneeling down to the healing fix of a hypodermic crucifix

Hanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks