A stillness nearly tranquil, it has haunted me
Where the river meets the shoreline
The wind on the trees
Electricity is humming
You can see it dancing
Among the rivers, mountains, seas and stars
It is glowing
But in these days, that glow is dying (what will remain)
In the darkness, the time is almost here (listen to the dream)
In time and space, it all comes out (there is no sun)
That which is and is not (Laura is the one)
Grey river, grey water
Grey was the plastic that wrapped the body of Laura Palmer
Grey complexion, a ghost in a shell when your
Soul is neither here nor there in Heaven or Hell
