The Frequency

The terror of the view
 The emptiness of this room
 Always writing against this truth
 In the way that a painter must have a surface to hit
 The paint is flying now, breaking the silence at the speed of sound
 Hitting the frequency, she's reaching back at me
 Warm and loud, warm and loud
 Beautiful demons fly out
 And we're fighting for our lives
 To fill the corners up with light
 Black spell casting against them now
 In the way that a bullet will go until it is stopped
 And all the medicine went to my head again late last night
 My bed of saccharine, bad amphetamine
 I was lit from within
 Burning with means and ends
 And the city life is like a sugar high
 Knocking me out, keeping me wired
 It's incredible, unsteady chemicals
 Come and go, the ebb and flow
 When the measure of your work
 Is the measure of your worth
 Then you'd better make it work
 There's some people I could name, but it's not the time or place
 To split hairs with the guys downstairs
 They'll get their fair share, I'm sure
 The frequency is going to take us there
 And the city kids, the angry, with-it kids
 Hate everything the first time
 It's incredible, the kind of chemicals
 Knocking around in my mind
 In the winter of my night
 I found a desperate kind of light
 And nothing comes without a fight
 You want to know
 Where the good thoughts grow
 But you ought to know
 Where all the good thoughts go
 You can't afford to miss a day
 Call in sick, you better stay that way
 Stay that way
 And the city life is just some other guy
 Knocking me out, wasting my time
 Upper-middle class infomaniac
 You will get yours, I will get mine
 So get in line
 The frequency is fine