I left tonight like smoke through a north-faced window
Into the street below
Unable to shake the rub of the noises that keep me up
I'm leaving before the sun can choose to wake me up
Three stars in the sky are not enough
My eyes have sought and trapped the drift in the trees I pa**
And memory fades so fast
Unable to shake the rub of the noises that keep me up
I'm leaving before the sun can choose to wake me up
Three stars in the sky are not enough
I am a dream ~ I am a dream ~ I am a dream
I can't get home ~ can't get back home ~ can't get home
The night is systemic
A slow dance is the motor of time
And time is of memory
I am a memory myself
The mind is systemic
A vaudeville stage in the radiant sky
Time is a motor
I am a motor as well
The night is systemic
When you're a somnambulist
And time is of memory
I am a memory myself