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, dat I'm livin', but I'm doin' well, well.
The white ice horse melted, like a spot a 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.

Writer : VAN VLIET, DON
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing