He's inventing landscapes in their magnetic field

Working out a means of escape... series

__________

Hush; may I ask you all for silence?

The dreamer is still asleep

May the goddess keep us from single vision

And you to sleep

 

The dreamer is still asleep

The dreamer is still asleep

He's inventing landscapes in their magnetic field

Working out a means of escape

We'll cut across the crop circles

 

The seer says no

Not much time left for these escape attempts

Look at it this way

In ten years' time

Who'll care? Who'll even remember?

One dies like that, deep within it

Almost inside it

It's there for a reason

 

I'll give you my old address

And take that little book

To tear and cut the paper

 

The beginning is also the end

Time defines it, time defines it

It will end

Like close friendship

Nothing could be further

We forget the space between people and things

Is empty

We forget, and don't notice the loss

 

Crossing into venerable degeneration

It's that radiant pollution

The god with the silver hands surveys this vast contamination

The dreamer is still dreaming

The dreamer is still dreaming

 

In the heart of your heart

Your eye remains

Is that hurt you? Is that blister you call loveless?

Your whole life is a cold slow shock

Your whole life is a cold slow shock

 

Take all your time

Track the shabby shadow down

Through hissy mists of history

 

The dreamer is still dreaming

The dreamer is still dreaming

 

Hush; may I ask you all for silence?

Will he wake in time to catch the sunset?

Hush; may I ask you all for silent?

May I ask you all for silent?

 

(The Dreamer Is Still Asleep, Coil, 1999)

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