Silver polar skyway
Trance inducing passion play
Grey cloud floating over flaming mud
Burning cross of frozen grace
Bitter jelly skinny face
Filling up empty space
Weedy chaos bedrock
Sly invention cool shock
Rippled motion swirling lemonade
Hungry liquid ocean way
Stringy shiver human race
Standing tall within a broken shell
Filling up empty space
Weary still molasses dream
Grinding gear of silent scream
Cool wind whistling through a hollow bone
Hurried sunshine bitter taste
Blind intention scary place
Filling up empty space
Here in this cold room
Can’t here a sound but this ring in my ear
Alone here in the dark
When you’re not here my heart turns to stone
Wish you were here
Years seem to pass
Days trickle down like rain on the pass
Grey fade into blue
Wish you were here
Don’t stay away
Don’t stay away too long
Don’t hide away
Here in this cold room I can’t a sound
Written by Robert Heirendt & Joe Spezza – 4/01 – Oakland