BRAINCHILD 



RIDING THROUGH THE ENDLESS DESERT, WHITE GLARING AND FLAT EXCEPT 

THE HAZY POOR GLEAM OF MOUNTAINS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN 

SWEET DREAMS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN... 



BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE 

YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE 

TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS 

AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY 



SWEET DREAMS DEATH AND NIGHTMARES 

ON THE NARROW PATH BETWEEN CRUSTS OF SALT 

THROUGH THE ENDLESS CRYING MONOTONOUS WILDERNESS 

GIVE ME YOUR WINGS BIRD I WILL SPREAD THEM OUT AND FLY 

TO THE WAY TO THE TOWER, WHERE I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES 

I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES 



BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE 

YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE 

TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS 

AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY 



BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE 

YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE 

TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS 

AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY