Текст песни Seahorse Divorce - Empty Objects

She keeps her gilded palace guarded
Her Taj Mahal tagged by an anonymous artist
Patchouli breath’d and nimble fingered
Chanteuse enchants in song
And chants her longing in hushed tones

You wake me up
You say I'm making all this up
I'm dreaming but I know I'm dreaming
So stop your screaming

Soon the air turns into liquid
A fragrance of a time remains so vivid
It’s underneath my toes
Shifting to and fro
Yeah its got me in it's throes

And now the clock is dripping
It ticks to the beat of a resonant frequency
And time goes slowly
And bends in the solar wind

You wake me up
Yeah I’m making all this up
I’m dreaming but I know I’m dreaming
So stop your screaming

In the flat light
In the white velvet night
There's a force at work here
There's a ghost in the machine

There is nothing in between
What is seen and unseen
These are empty objects
Asking beautiful questions