ADOBE

MY HEAD IS ADOBE
MY HEART IS STAINED GLASS
AS SHARDS OF SHIMMERING SLIVERS PASS

IN RECKLESS HALLS OF MANY A MOON
IN RUMBLING RHYTHM OF MANIAC.... SOON
IN SCARLET YOUR SHOE
IN RIBBON YOUR HAIR
THE PIPE DREAM IN GRAY
AS WE MET ON THE STAIR

TO EXCHANGE ALL THE CURRENCY GLANCES CAN GIVE
AND RETURN TO THE TREE IN THE LOCKED HALLS WHERE WE LIVED

NO WINGS
NO STRINGS
NO HIGH
NO SIGH

SAY THE LONGEST GOODBYE
IN THE TUNNEL OF LOVE
THE LORRIES & LILITHS
MAKE WAY UP ABOVE
THE ECHOING YELLOW
TILE WILL DECLARE
THE NEXT ONE IS COMING
WITH THE BLOWING OF AIR

NO WINGS (UP ABOVE)
NO STRINGS (WHEN IN LOVE)
NO HIGH (UP ABOVE)
NO SIGH (WHEN IN LOVE)