Bauhaus - Departure lyrics
[Bauhaus - Departure lyrics]
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so
That he was on the opposite side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine
He thought then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the
Same dark-brown tone as
The wood of which the door was made
At first, he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been
Out of place with
The other strange hallucinatory events
Of that night but then it came again
Only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency
So pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of
Moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across
The room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch
The latch became a fingertip
Touching his own
Energy sapping as a new form
Transversing the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony
His power knew no bounds whereas before
His peace withstood the vastness
His prerogative became an endless force
Of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward
To meet with eternity's
Stone in peace or save his already destroyed
You cannot share, the temperature is rising
The ghost and monkeys make a choice this
This
He tried to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel
The reassuring crisp
White sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses
Protected by walls covered
In familiar patterns
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley print
And seeing a repetition of skulls
At night he would listen to the click
Of heels on the concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial
Features of the unseen figure
He would always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy
Rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed
His own feet that filled the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Into the hills then to search for
Another searcher's closely held goals
Into the forest under the billowing leaves
Under the dreadful birds, the singing
Soil, the decrepid babies
The unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabutics
The long-lost lovers never to find
The safety of their mothers in fact
All the guilty clouds he will
Move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to
The cold molten sunflower
Fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister tones
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination
All life's drums drink from bottles
And visioins are blinded
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so
That he was on the opposite side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine
He thought then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the
Same dark-brown tone as
The wood of which the door was made
At first, he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been
Out of place with
The other strange hallucinatory events
Of that night but then it came again
Only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency
So pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of
Moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across
The room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch
The latch became a fingertip
Touching his own
Energy sapping as a new form
Transversing the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony
His power knew no bounds whereas before
His peace withstood the vastness
His prerogative became an endless force
Of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward
To meet with eternity's
Stone in peace or save his already destroyed
You cannot share, the temperature is rising
The ghost and monkeys make a choice this
This
He tried to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel
The reassuring crisp
White sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses
Protected by walls covered
In familiar patterns
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley print
And seeing a repetition of skulls
At night he would listen to the click
Of heels on the concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial
Features of the unseen figure
He would always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy
Rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed
His own feet that filled the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to wear
Into the hills then to search for
Another searcher's closely held goals
Into the forest under the billowing leaves
Under the dreadful birds, the singing
Soil, the decrepid babies
The unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabutics
The long-lost lovers never to find
The safety of their mothers in fact
All the guilty clouds he will
Move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to
The cold molten sunflower
Fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had sinister tones
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination
All life's drums drink from bottles
And visioins are blinded