Through a door in the end On a crumbling stair In a clear and rushing vein In a tunnel full of rain In a piece of yellow light On the skin of my eye Are you there? In the wind of my lung In methane and in love In petroleum plumes There's a floating slice of moon In your tooth and your claw And your unforgiving jaws Are you there? On a burning white ship In the taste of her lips In the blood of the swans As the sun fucks the dawn In the mud of the lake In the drunk and the dazed Are you there? In the now that is not On a ladder to God On a mountain stripped bare With your hand in my hair Behind the face of the sky On a disappearing lie Are you there? In the then that was now In the now that is not In our names we forgot In a thought we just lost We become what we choose We are stumbling fools Who are not there There's some tangled dirty twine In some idiot's clouded mind There's some wires that won't unwind Around the ankles of the blind There's some walls lined with soft lead And in that room is your bed Is that really you? Are you in there? On the moon? In the air? In my hand? Thrown in a fire?