My cabin in the woods
is where I'll be
Establishing a plan for
a tunnel through reality
So if the blinds are down, me a note
Or tie it to the thread that unravels from
By overcoats, overcoats
It's eleven days since I saw the sun
As the willows seemed to
remark upon
When they whispered down to me
Would a visitor be admissible
If a presence was inexplic able
In a passageway underneath a painting?
Did we jump the world in time
Beyond the yard, we scaled the hill
The sand, the grass, the game, it was still
And from the peak,
we climbed some more
Until we beat the high score
On Saturday, I built a new machine
To plot a revolution at home
on a computer screen
So if the power fails, give me a sign
For Florence is a moving message
from my Valentine
Valentine, would a visit
or be a nervous wreck
If she found herself in a discotheque
In a passageway underneath
the painting tree
We'll see you in the wintertime
Beyond the garden by the lake
Where woodpeckers tell
vows that don't break
Keep running till you find the cave
And listen for the sign wave
Hyperventilating in the factory of sound
We orchestrate the framework
for a son ic background
Between the passengers
aboard the submarine
Opening the loft hatch
in the house where you were born
You journey back to childhood
on your walking uni corn
Until you find yourself a size that reaches
beyond the fields we made our mark
A spiky box cut into the bark
The formula for time machines
and friendship never ending
The roots of our falling,
the way we go through
The nymphs are in bondage
I'll wait as long as you must
Pastors are superimposed
All back in my cabin
The blinds are still closed
you