Golden Scarab (Art Rock)

The ground fell out beneath me Days blurred A numb parade of hours Perfume, power, panic Half a pill, half a plea My body kept moving I never knew why The mirror lost my outline Or my name began to slide Made a friend I’d never see A vaudeville ghost from Electrical choirs My mirror twin He laughed like something ancient And took my madness in We mumbled in meter That made the air bend We dreamed behind walls Debating with shadows On Friedrich’s behalf Witchcraft, perhaps Fly, fly, little scarab Gold and green Green and gold Tell me if the dead can dream What finds us in the storm? Fly, fly, silent witness I left the window cracked that night You didn’t ask for worship You glanced at the void You’d seen it before Books like spells on scattered tables Flat portraits of my former self Read about a man in Zurich Who caught a waking dream It happened just as written: Just as I was reading You flew into my night And knocked to rest from A long evening’s drift You found me cracking Thunder and thought And you’d seen me flying Crashing and swinging Maybe I was brilliant Maybe I was sick Maybe I was touched by something No one else could fix I sought symbols in your wings I stayed up tracing synchronicities What a fragile kind of magic What a beautiful disease Fly, fly, sacred stranger I never touched you Wouldn’t dare But I conjured you into orbit And you answered, hanging there Time dropped its suitcase And left for the coast The curtains were breathing The mirrors, peeking The furniture, sleeping Now, fly, fly, golden whisper Cause for a minute or hour We were paralyzed