sung by Jim. deep one perfect morning. as the sun is heading up. into the sky. and i'm sitting here warming. to the coldness of the things. that meet my eye. something in me's stirring. and the moon and all the stars. fail to comply. and my thoughts are turning backwards. and i'm picking at the pieces. of a world that keeps turning. the screws into my mind. something in me's chilling. and nothing in me's willing. to focus my attention. on the sky. past the weakened eyes. that feel and scream. into your soul. better to paint my hate. on the walls. before the picture goes. and my thoughts are turning backwards. and i'm picking at the pieces. of a world that keeps turning. the screws in my mind. and i can see a wide world. for me to tame.