Today I use sticks and twine to align bricks and mortar To build four walls to hold my dreams and lover And if the rain keeps falling I will be the shelter that keeps All our harem warm and dry
I cannot lie and try to paint a plastic portrait to hang my hat on And if this came down to sink or swim, I will perish at the bottom
Today I use barbiturates and wine and slip into my subconscious And try to dream up some scheme I can live for 'cause as the rain keeps falling inside my head as I lay drowning With nothing left to live for, there's no ideal
The sediment begins to settle in an hour glass as I begin to count down Until I shed my skin.