I listen to people with the eye.
For the ears are the drums of those who lie.
A swell of melody, faint and fine, alien, a new kind of high.
Every morning, the scream of sky, my mind always lusting to electrify.
For the ears are the drums of those who lie.
A swell of melody, faint and fine, alien, a new kind of high.
Every morning, the scream of sky, my mind always lusting to electrify.