Wardrobe of Masks

Faceless in the rain

There's a stranger in my head again

Watching my reflection in a passing train

How did I get so low, so low, so, so

So many actors on the stage

Dancin' on my brain

Like a pebble sailing for the glass

You revealed your wardrobe of masks

I know that you're not sleeping

But I can't even lay my head down to rest

I still love you, baby

After all this madness

Down in the vault I will gladly spend the night

Drinking my way through a deluge of you

With your Trojan sense and your Athenian might

I'm tongue tied with a broken lute

Bless the abyss, bless the caress, bless the eclipse

Bless every secret view

Bless that old frescoe shot full of cracks

And that old wardrobe of masks

I know that you're not sleeping

But I can't even lay my head down to rest

I still love you, baby

After all this madness

This tide of tongues ties knots that cannot be undone

I'm spinning out of orbit from the chatter in my skull