She keeps her gilded palace guarded Her Taj Mahal tagged by an anonymous artist Patchouli breath’d and nimble fingered Chanteuse enchants in song And chants her longing in hushed tones
You wake me up You say I'm making all this up I'm dreaming but I know I'm dreaming So stop your screaming
Soon the air turns into liquid A fragrance of a time remains so vivid It’s underneath my toes Shifting to and fro Yeah its got me in it's throes
And now the clock is dripping It ticks to the beat of a resonant frequency And time goes slowly And bends in the solar wind
You wake me up Yeah I’m making all this up I’m dreaming but I know I’m dreaming So stop your screaming
In the flat light In the white velvet night There's a force at work here There's a ghost in the machine
There is nothing in between What is seen and unseen These are empty objects Asking beautiful questions