Syncopated Strangers

I imitate you

Right where the feeling runs deep

Strangers today Are loved by us all

Different but smelling the same

I shuffle time it seems

You are a clock

You ask me to count when I'm already gone

I don't know a tick from a tock

Now there seems to be a something

And it's standing in the way

And it blocked our sense of vision

And it made our costumes gray

He's standing in the courtyard

But his body will not play

In crystalized foregrounds

That dot along the plane

And someday this sudden dreamer

Will gave a red ghost surprise

That will make you see us clearer

Through your muddy watered mind

Then someday we will discover

That the door was always there

But someone fucking locked it

And they took away the stairs

To heaven...

Original ABT intro lines went:

I want to kiss you

Right where the fever runs down

Strangers today are loved by us all

D different but smelling the same.