crystal faces on a windowsill i can hear them whisper slowly like the chill wind that moves around this room i m in they re going places i ve never been saying words i ve never said thoughts of logic at once stopped dead moving up all around my head lines are forming circling round my eyes turning round voice would never die hey mister sun outside my doorway is a revelation a revolution i know i would i ve seen it s real i know i can set your mind free there s a wide open top to your flower every hour growing dead lines are forming circling round my eyes turning round voice would never die crystal evenings cracked just like the smile i knew we re going nowhere so much faster i can t try to make it stop yeah i know there s truth that lies beyond this world that you perceive lines are forming circling round my eyes turning round voice would never die it s forming in a shapeless world i ve formed a change