Ice (2r5)

Veils fall on graves which are but visions of the Dimland
And blood rises, the life giving tide
But for stars and the grieving
Cracked glass and hooks and lipstick on the mirror
Spells like 2r5 in some acid font
There's the dungeon, the river, the palace and the madman
And the field and the meadow and the surface of the wheel
2r5
2r5

Visions of the Dimland
Spaces of the Sun
Visions of the Dimland
Shouting of the gun

Eyes catch the beating of the trains
And the ears are seeing steelrails
And words came for a minute of delusion
To show me what's within her
Patterns, the two of us and the arrows in the morning
Spelling 2r5 while flying in the air
There's the cottage, the garden, the priestess and the falcon
And the arrows shoot straight to impale me on her light
2r5
2r5

Visions of the Dimland
Spaces of the Sun
Visions of the Dimland
Shouting of the gun

Legs beat with the humming of the train
And the tongue's engulfing cities
Smoke form circles round your hair
And the chair is trembling faster
Cracked glass and hooks and lipstick on the mirror
Spells like 2r5 in some acid font
There's the radio, the cellar and the cigarette and ashtray
And the yesterday's wine that still shines upon my lips
Just like ice
Just like ice

Visions of the Dimland
Spaces of the Sun
Visions of the Dimland
Shouting of the gun