today i use sticks and twine to align bricks and mortarto 
build four walls to hold my dreams and lover
and if the rain keeps falling i will be the shelter that 
keeps
all our harem warm and dry
i cannot lie and try to paint a plastic portrait to hang 
my hat on

and if this came down to sink or swim, i will perish at 
today i use barbiturates and wine and slip into my 
subconscious
and try to dream up some scheme i can live for
'cause as the rain keeps falling inside my head as i lay 
drowning
with nothing left to live for, there's no ideal
the sediment begins to settle in an hour glass as i begin 
to count down
until i shed my skin