A Piece of the Sky

Through a door in the air, 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 in 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?

In a burning white ship, in the taste of her lips
In the blood of the swans as the sun fucks 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 line
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?