Light floats down day river, on a red raft of blood
Night blocks out the heaven, like a big, black, shiny bug
Its hard soft shell shinin' white, in one spot, well
It's hard place, that I'm livin', but I'm doin' well, well
The white ice horse melted, like a spot of silver, well
Its mane went last, then disappeared the tail
My life ran through my veins
Whistlin' hollow, well
I froze in solid motion, well, well
I heard the ocean swarmin' body, well, well
I heard the beetle clickin', well
I sensed the thickest silence scream
Then I begin to dream
My mind cracked like custard
Ran red until it sealed
Turn to wooden and rolled like a wheel, well, well
Thick, black felt birds, a-flyin'
With capes of solid chrome
With feathers of solid chrome
And beaks of solid bone
And bleach the air around them
White and cold well, well
Till it showed in pain
The hollow cane clicked like ever after
Its shadow vanished shinin' silence, well, well

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Writer(s): Don Van Vliet