I died on an aircrash in a dreamnSaw black tornadoes outside the windownBuildings shatter in my sleepnWrap their shards as gifts for menThere's a staircase that's hard to findnGoes right up into your mindnDown in the basement they make tradesnPhotos of people with no namesnnWay up the path we heard some sort of growlnThen a man flashed in front of us, too fast for our eyes to trustnAnd a noise came from his eyes just like buzzing firefliesnnBack in the room that has no doornI tried to break out through the floornThat's when something spoke to usnThey didn't exist when they were young and when they talked they spoke in tonguesnWe've got the words they've got the songsnThe ship can't make it through the fognYou've got lies for situations sprung out from the past nWhen there can't be a solution it just goes on and on