Manipulation in time

The Spirit listens to sounds outside her window
 As she stands in direction for me
 Dressed down before the angels of broken wings
 And her movements in shape for the scenes
 The Singer walks in walls with shadows on his face
 So many thoughts on a distant mind
 Mistaken by sanded visions of youth
 So overcome by threads of time
 (Threads of time...)
 Cleansing with all the spirit
 To wipe the skin clear of the day
 Fade away into the essence
 Of the water that runs in pain
 Guitar solo: Gregg
 Guitar solo: Rich
 In a Singer's daydreams we find
 We could hang upon her eyes
 Wipe away the flesh of her
 Colored dark by sweet good-byes
 (Sweet good-byes)
 Cleansing with all the spirit
 To wipe the skin clear of the day
 Fade away into the essence
 Of the water that runs in pain