Lovestone Blind

where does the weather go when i see blue around the gold
 circling the atmosphere in california clear?
 where does the time go when today turns into long ago?
 where are all the colors when a rainbow disappears?
 someone's singing today i really don't know, i will never
 light the night to make it like the day, it really won't glow
 it really won't
 never mine i really don't mind i really don't care
 i really don't
 make a line to make it mind the time, they really won't go
 were they ever?
 i stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere
 supersonic architecture spanish castle cream
 press my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clear
 an acrobatic, symphonatic helicopter scream
 all that shines will come in time
 never mind all that's left behind
 lovestone blind, well still is mine
 here i find all my peace of mind
 how they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of lies
 the city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping flies
 wings pounding to the concrete dance of the stamping shoes
 gold seeping from the hand of the unamused
 down through the smoke to the trash scattering the ground
 cut through the smell of the sirens screaming from the town
 kneeling down to the healing fix of a hyperdermic crucifix
 hanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks