Great Mass of Color

Quiet as a cradle I laid in a middle night drift, spinning Hissed at the moon Conjured up the flowers to fix my impression of the gloom I feel them all, great mass of color Flooded in my bed I feel them all, big mass of color Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red Half-awake holding my ghost in the morning Sunlight coming down the bend, maroon sky on the send My great former terror when trees gave doves the leaves And I was grim drunk death, a stranger to myself I feel them all, great mass of color Flooded in my bed I feel them all, great mass of color Flooded in my bed, dissolving into red (Can I accept I'm real?) Do I need this affection? (Do you?) Do you need this confusion? (Do you?) Living trapped inside this body Soft, haunted, waiting, wanting Measured change evades real healing Taking love with little reason Seeing you as I was behind a locked door, nervous and a (fool) Seeing you as I was desperate for men to guide (you) You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you You are the sea and nobody owns you, owns you Owns you, owns you, owns you, owns you