Manipulation in time

The Spirit listens to sounds outside her window

As she stands in direction for me

Dressed down before the angels of broken wings

And her movements in shape for the scenes

The Singer walks in walls with shadows on his face

So many thoughts on a distant mind

Mistaken by sanded visions of youth

So overcome by threads of time

(Threads of time...)

Cleansing with all the spirit

To wipe the skin clear of the day

Fade away into the essence

Of the water that runs in pain

Guitar solo: Gregg

Guitar solo: Rich

In a Singer's daydreams we find

We could hang upon her eyes

Wipe away the flesh of her

Colored dark by sweet good-byes

(Sweet good-byes)

Cleansing with all the spirit

To wipe the skin clear of the day

Fade away into the essence

Of the water that runs in pain