Where past, present and future drink together,
it has been raining for days.
Music grows, bathtubs overflow
and there are more bridges than roads.
It has been raining for days.
Chairs sit alone around a family’s table,
and there are more bridges than roads.
I finally see myself naked.
Chairs sit alone around a family’s table,
waiting for patience, laughter, the ringing of a new bell.
I finally see myself naked,
waking to discover Coppélia is a doll.
Waiting for patience, laughter, the ringing of a new bell,
I only want to listen.
Waking to discover Coppélia is a doll,
the rhythm of you and I sets my bones on fire.
I only want to listen.
Music grows, bathtubs overflow.
The rhythm of you and I sets my bones on fire
where past, present and future drink together.
Adam Perry 