Per-ə-dīm
You had a dream that I had a dream
That we were birthed into a white white world
One burned clean by fire and spies
You whistled and sang (and went blind and old)
I danced and ran (into deafness and fear)
We asked and asked, who was happier, then?
We called for a paradigm - pair of dimes - shift
We shook and we shuffled for God and desire
Forgetting to remember what we wished to forget
A symphony of legs screamed we were wrong
But just a moment ago we were dying
We’re twisted people, you and me
Saying twisted things in twisted ways
Standing in twisted positions with our
Hearts on our sleeves and our shirts inside out
A clock ticks in a fishbowl
And I can’t remember the last time I ate
We sold all our answers for a per-ə-dīm shift
Found some new ones in a pair of indigo eyes
And we were chased out of Eden by man-eating doves
Into an empty Vegas chapel in the night