Diorama

I can see you trough the wall
frozen in a monologue
all your dirty little secrets
almost every night
a thousand arctic eyes are weeping
only heard as echoes
numbing every other sound
all the symphonies of night
all their hands are reaching out
to draw the conscience off from my soul
to lure my viscious sanity
into the running river
oh you hearts so warm and true
let me sleep without fear
a last chance to listen
to the longest blackest night
aaah stay my logic friend forever
as our city lost its name
we have all been drunk and dazed