Stand still for me. I feel dizzy. Numbers are smoking at four in the morning. The empty streets of home. Selling the secret  sickness forgiveness some doors you pass through alone. And I'm still on the run, waiting for the sunrise.

A messenger sent me away with a bottle of lost information and time. Octaves of hexagram harmony warm me with synthesizer shine. It's already begun. We're just waiting for the sun rise.

Silver safety, come awake me. I can see you.

I'm going to be you.

Tell me where it hurts and I will meet you there. Temples fall in, morning call into the air. Counting down to one. Waiting for the sunrise.