When machines hum your dreams A plastic scene from in the magazines I was never good at walking blindfolded Whiskey themes, my tongue it wreaks But blinded by the bottle and blinded by screams Are two different things? When lines cross on corners From red to green the lights will bleed When machines hum your dreams I sift the sands of conflict, to hear the birds breathe Two weeks and Im calling a retreat So dont stone the sinner, stone the thief In disbelief Shell cry for me, Im weak The souls of the sea watch and play make-believe For a marine, a singing seed, to grow, to leave, to see Im not the same disease Epidemics never last.