The Hypnogogue

When you wanted it, I was there

When you first went in, no one twisted your arm

When you tasted it like you'd been tasting it your whole life

As you went under into unknown

Remember the music pulled out of your head

Piano trickling into the cans

Insulating guitars, reptilian bass

Kick in your face, the snare in your heart

You won't get something (Did you make a reservation)

You won't get something out of mind (For tonight?)

You won't get some things outta my time (I got no reservations)

You won't get something out of mind

Woozy strings in the garden, you finger the cymbals

Gawk at machine heads, cast up your account

Suddenly we had too much, the organs were swelling

The moonbeams were burning, the arrows did fall

Then like the tide went out, the ensemble were dying

A quickening flourish, but that's another story

Well, I gotta jet, it's already late

It's already too soon, I'm ready to jam

Your tranquil apartment, the ambient music

Music for love time, incantation in song

Now I stand empty handed at the threshold of silence

The end of performance, the end of a life

You won't get something out of mind (Did you make a reservation)

You won't get some things outta my time (For tonight?)

You won't get something out of mind (I got no reservations)

You won't get something out of mind