I pass through a door in a dream
Hidden in the cleft of the night
Among the parked cars lining the street
Robed in petals of white
Where the seeds spin down from the trees
Whirling angels in free flight
And the houses mutter in their sleep
Covered in shuttered eyes
Listen!
Shrouded in steam and smoke
On a dark cloud he approaches
And the tails of his coal-black coat
Are a train of lumbering coaches
He passes unseen like a ghost
But he thunders like a herd of horses
And he calls to the heavenly host
To join with their airy voices
Listen!
The whistle blast echoes so loud
That it rings the bell of the sky
A song that sounds and resounds
An unbearable, aching sigh
Like a parliament of owls
Silver wings brushing my eyes
Crossing arms drawing the phrase out
Holding the moment in time
So signal the cymbal crashing clouds
Pluck all the steeples and spires
Cue the rivers with the reeds in their mouths
Conduct the electrical choirs
Rattle every window in town
Strum all the telephone wires
Crossing arms drawing the phrase out
Crossing arms drawing the phrase out
‘Cause my bones are all bells to be rung
My nerves are attuned and tight
So come knock the air from my lungs
Out over the cords in my windpipe
My skin pulled taut like a drum
I am bracing myself for the strike
Waiting like a song to be sung
Hidden in the cleft of the night
