The [bad word] through his records
Searching for a clue
Where was this path
How would he find it
He remembered that the rainbow would rise through the dust
Soon he felt drowsy
Hypnotized by the sound of a guitar [bad word] on an old record

I feel my heart stop
I've just got to catch my breath again
I feel my body rock
and tighten, I'm frightened, I'm falling of the edge

It's as if they're calling me
with the cadence of a flame
In the dark they honor me
Blowing storms that know my name

I feel my heart stop
I've just got to catch my breath again
I feel my body rock
and tighten, I'm frightened, I'm falling of the edge

In hieroglyphic vision
they're lying kneeling in the reeds
but what is it I'm hunting
that grows from just a seed

I feel my heart stop
I've just got to catch my breath again
I feel my body rock
and tighten, I'm frightened, I'm falling of the edge

If I pretend I'm melting
Melting in the wakes
I turn the black to color
With his magic trays