[Verse 1] He came in from the rain grid, coat full of scorched blue dust. Hands like a map of switches, eyes like a hardwired trust. On the bench by the heater, he laid out bolts and bone. Said, “Name it, and I’ll build it, if you can dream the tone.” [Pre-Chorus] Cables curled like snakes on glass, breath in the filtered air. The room went thin, then thinner, like a prayer without a prayer. [Chorus] Build me the dream machine Build me the dream machine He makes what the sleepers see He makes what the sleepers see (oh, the last one) (oh, the last one) It wears his face tonight And the fire stays on And the fire stays on [Verse 2] He made a train of thunder, a heart with a copper drum. A tower that could remember everybody where they’d come from. He made a chrome-eyed hunter, a saint with a broken jaw. Each thing woke up hungry, each thing obeyed the law. [Pre-Chorus] But one name sat in silence, one shape he wouldn’t say. He watched it in the corner, growing pale as day. [Chorus] Build me the dream machine Build me the dream machine He makes what the sleepers see He makes what the sleepers see (oh, the last one) (oh, the last one) It wears his face tonight And the fire stays on And the fire stays on [Bridge] Then the room went red with waiting, and the mirrors lost their glass. He wired his own hands open, let the final current pass. Half medicine-man, half metal, he stood inside the spark. The shell he fed the furnace rose up out of the dark. [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Build me the dream machine Build me the dream machine He makes what the sleepers see He makes what the sleepers see (oh, the last one) (oh, the last one) The last machine is him And the fire stays on And the fire stays on
