The Elephant At The Door

You've forgotten all the changes
 But you still can sing along
 The porpoise close behind you keeps the time
 And there's something that's sucking at
 The corners of your brain
 But the operation won't give back you dime
 Your private ghosts surround your bed
 To whisper in the night
 And drain the marrow from your bones
 The spirit from your eyes
 And sleep will come in different colors
 Clearer than you've ever seen before
 In the dying sun
 All your faults have turned to ashes
 As your last illusion passes on
 Bitter is the wine
 Fear in summer, fear in winter
 Tears to turn the waters into brine
 Through deserted shrines
 To the vineyard path you wander
 And your grapes are rotten on the vine
 Muffled are the drums
 Trophies tarnished
 Laurels shabby
 What you hate is
 What you have become
 While seventeen realities
 Add flavor to your soup
 You're embarrassed 'cause you can't recall their names
 No one stops to give instructions
 Tell you when or where or who
 And you can't remember how to play the game
 The things that sit and wait for you
 To stumble in the night
 Will take the cobwebs from your eyes
 And plant them in your heart
 And sleep will come in different colors
 Clearer than you've ever seen before