The Hypnogogue

When you wanted it, I was there
When you first went in, no one twisted your arm
When you tasted it like you'd been tasting it your whole life
As you went under into unknown

Remember the music pulled out of your head
Piano trickling into the cans
Insulating guitars, reptilian bass
Kick in your face, the snare in your heart

You won't get something (did you make a reservation)
You won't get something out of mind (for tonight?)
You won't get some things outta my time (I got no reservations)
You won't get something out of mind

Woozy strings in the garden, you finger the cymbals
Gawk at machine heads, cast up your accounts
Suddenly we had too much, the organs were swelling
The moonbeams were burning, the arrows did fall
Then like the tide went out, the ensemble were dying
A quickening flourish, but that's another story
Well, I gotta jet, it's already late
It's already too soon, I'm ready to jam

Your tranquil apartment, the ambient music
Music for love time, incantation in song
Now I stand empty handed at the threshold of silence
The end of performance, the end of a life

You won't get something out of mind (did you make a reservation)
You won't get some things outta my time (for tonight?)
You won't get something out of mind (I got no reservations)
You won't get something out of mind