Name

blind jester pilot

Description

Where does the weather go when I see blue around the gold Circling the atmosphere in California clear?
Where does the time go when today turns into long ago?
Where are all the colors when a rainbow disappears?

I stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere Supersonic architecture spanish castle cream
Press my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clear
An acrobatic, symphonatic helicopter scream

How they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of lies
The city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping flies

Wings pounding to the concrete dance of the stamping shoes
Gold seeping from the hand of the unamused

Down through the smoke to the trash scattering the ground
Cut through the smell of the sirens screaming from the town

Kneeling to the healing fix of a hyperdermic crucifix
Hanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks

Lovestone blind, well still is mine
All that shines will come in time
Never mind all that's left behind

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