Hers was the first face I'd seen in weeks
Drifting down Broadway on a piece of the Bradbury
Her eyes held the Sun like a message
Through chandelier tears, she reflected
The river-street
As she spoke to me
All the walls are grated with tiny office spaces
Dim, fluorescent faces mill about their stalls
Stairs kick out beneath me, into watery air
I'm reaching, but I don't seem to be going anywhere
Come out of the night, wild and without mind
Like headlights headed south on the northbound side
They speak in visions, they are my guides
And their decision is love, love, love
Now I see her in the high room from
The starry stairwell I've been swampin' in
And hovering above her like a sun
A sphere of woven bodies
They're peering and they're leering
As she speaks to me
All the walls are grated with tiny office spaces
Dim, fluorescent faces mill about their stalls
Stairs kick out beneath me, into watery air
I'm reaching, but I don't seem to be going anywhere
Come out of the night, wild and without mind
Like headlights headed south on the northbound side
They speak in visions, they are my guides
And their decision is love, love, love
Intertwined
Of one mind
Hold me in the hands that fan around
The faceless grace of that which holds us all
