Candles and tambourines shine in the dusk



Monkees and Spoonful float through the musk



Why when you come here 



Does the rainbow turn black?



Spitting and burning, the vision attacks



But then the clock turns and its now



and its you









Ghosts from the river beg to get in



Staining my windows with pictures of sin 



Sometimes the night time steals all your light



Then in the morning the birds lift and fly



But then the clock turns and its now



and its you