Levers and Gears

You see, I've this friend

Who doesn't exist

He takes strides all in time

With the watch on his wrist

And I only speak 'cos he compels me to

It's much like the voice

That lives in my sleep

Painting Xes on dreams

That I'd like to keep

But I'd rather not mention that they all feature you

Maybe I'm not right between my ears

But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere

But I've a notion that you're this way too

So let's be together in a white padded room

And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears

Sometimes I send letters

From my fireplace

Yeah, I set them aglow

Watch them burn into space

As they all float softly away from me

They're all addressed

To the blackest of skies

And I ask them to pour

On all but you and I

So we'd huddle dry underneath the same tree

But my soul's got a voice

And a black telephone

And it calls me at night

When I am alone

And it's ranting and raving in languages I can't speak

But if everyone thought

All their thoughts right aloud

Would we all be locked up

And never let out?

I'm convinced it's not only me