5 o'clock in the morning on a Sunday in July

[Baby get back. you been gone too long. get back]

I'm sick and tired of getting by

I've got to get gone

I can't stay here in this meaninglessness

I feel evil, like a dead-eyed dog

I'm tasting it now, all the blood

all the sweat and tears of this HERE IS NOWHERE

HERE IS NOWHERE

here is nowhere

here is nowhere

 existence is existing

but life is for living like the sun makes us circle around around

rotating and foraging for elements of creation

You make it harder

to exist here.

I think of you but you make it harder to exist here

among the black suburbans and the uneventful architecture

I'm living in a cultural void. I'm coming apart

I was losing a button right from the start.

My eyes have seen you...

And now i can't see through to anything straight through

except your soft army of blue. My pins and needles, these are hot daggers

hot dagger and I'm bleeding through

hot dagger and I'm bleeding for you now, bleeding for you now

and now I can't see through to anything but that place

I've got to get back to... in the kaleidoscope of time I was alive

at 5 o'clock in the morning on a Sunday in July. There I was alive

for the first time since i first saw the sun in my eyes,

I've got to get back to where the wild HORSES are running

just like the circles in my mind.

Baby... get back.