Strobe light Strobe light Through a door in the end on a crumbling stair In a clear and rushing vein, in a tunnel full of rain In a piece of yellow light on the skin of my eye, are you there? In the wind of my lung, in methane and in love In petroleum plumes, there's a floating slice of moon In your tooth and your claw and your unforgiving jaws, are you there? On a burning white ship, in the taste of her lips In the blood of the swans as the sun f**s the dawn In the mud of the lake, in the drunk and the dazed, are you there? In the now that is not, on a ladder to God On a mountain stripped bare, with your hand in my hair Behind the face of the sky on a disappearing lie, are you there? In the then that was now, in the now that is not In our names we forgot, in a thought we just lost We become what we choose, we are stumbling fools who are not there There's some tangled dirty twine, in some idiot's clouded mind There's some wires that won't unwind around the ankles of the blind There's some walls lined with soft lead and in that room is your bed, is that really you? Are you in there? On the moon? In the air? In my hand? Thrown in a fire?