At the end of the night all the food particles come together
The sea and the sky and the Unseeing Eye build the weather
That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream
One night out walking I saw a man with seven stars at his right hand
Terrible storms of insular light
The flickering shadows cast everything right
That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream
I've waited so long to walk through the streets of this ghost town
Now, in the clocktower, I'm not sure if I should look down
That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream
Staring at the ceiling architectural crease
Golden braid in the number of the beast
Superstring theorists stretching for the light
Hands reaching out in the middle of the night
That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream