Annotated time relay

during the west wind
he crept up to the flaming sword
with the promise we can't keep
ah, the rest of it like a bomb

a spider lingered from his dream
turning this gospel drag queen
into the lost angel of power
of love or of doom?

around the head of his velvet sunset
a dreaming night was gone
a midst the last peal of thunder
spinning overhead, rolling the dice of god

around and around
the grey old wheel is turning
to save me from their unbelief

like a beautiful woman wrapped in her swirls
in a sea of dead pills
while the spinning worlds collide
through the sound of coffee

competing for occurrence & forgotten beaches
a beautiful story being sung of a new world
trying to be born in a haze of blue picture
to still the sands from falling

trying to be born from sea-glass and flowers
trying to be born from computers and time
trying to be born in a sewer of white ashes
we play, always innocent, and search the heavens for you

around and around
the gray old wheel is dreaming
to save me from their unbelief

shining the electric church, empty snow
where all is at peace forever
empty spaces in the sound of gentleness
spaces shining and sparkling, falling heart

a whole in my heart, inside of my truck
a place where they would stop and pull over
to bury the innocent dead animal
the one with the quiet brown eyes, watching us

falling into the whole world filling with leaves
falling into the blood of Christ, garbage and need
written in a vast and lonely cloud of doom
victorious and calm alone in this room

around and around
the grey old wheel is dreaming
to save me from their unbelief

hanging above us all now with knives
wide of her angel wing heart
dropping what I can't seem to quite remember
dropping onto a fly spinning through air

whom calls these droning forgotten words
who see's the one found against the wall
with padlocks and moth eaten shirts
a thousand years ago

whom do you call for on the dome of the living
whom do you hold when the flash is right
sound upon sounds, ranting to my silver ships
ancient hair spreading your utilitarian obsolescence

around and around
the grey old wheel is dreaming
to save me from their unbelief

a wave of ocean and a dreamy ambient composition
children play at forgotten memory
unknowingly competing against the side of reason
rocking and swaying like these lost little girls, stereos pulsing

unfolding in her head
children playing on and on
falling into soft sound
falling into the theater

the theater of love
out in the hollow and black
the remembrance ending the words
softly pacing the stars in nothing holy burning bright

around and around
the grey old wheel is dreaming
to save me from their unbelief

searching the heavens for something unfading
it had to be that way
like water sparkling in western light
empty space falling into my wounded

loves and vines and desperate blood
made whole in five acts
the one remaining hanging in the sky
violins on fire and guitars gently weeping

no need to make sense now, look around
big sky holding down metal and love
singing to stars in a blazing white wind
flowers and horses and a singing kid

around and around
the grey old wheel is dreaming
to save me from their unbelief