Through the web of tangled reason
The voices seem to cry,
"What point is there in living
If you have to live a lie?"
There's nowhere in this prison
That anyone can hide;
No doors or walls or windows
But I am walled inside...
And the dreams of the night come bursting through my skull,
And tears overflow on the sidewalks below
And the gutters are full.
And we work and work for money
'Til everyone is tired,
Then someone runs out of ideas
And everyone gets fired.
And when you lose the feeling
From your fingers and your toes,
Then I'll be the one to tell you,
"That's the way the feeling goes..."
And the dreams of the night come bursting through my skull,
And tears overflow on the sidewalks below
And the gutters are full.
So here's to the vultures
Who celebrate decay;
The downcast, the downhearted,
They're in everybody's way.
So please forgive this moment
That shines a light upon
The web of tangled reason
That keeps us keeping on...
And the dreams of the night come bursting through my skull,
And tears overflow on the sidewalks below
And the gutters are full.