Bauhaus - Departure Lyrics
He was in his room, half awake, half asleepThe walls of the room seem to alter anglesElongating and shrinking alternatelyThen twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the roomA trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thoughtThen came a knock on the doorAnd this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was madeAt first, he thought hed imagined itBecause it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that nightBut then it came againOnly heavier this timeWith a sense of real urgencySo pulling himself upAnd stepping through pools of moonlight and shadowHe made his bleary way across the room towards the doorAnd slowly, apprehensively, raised the latchThe latch became a fingertip, touching his ownEnergy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotionsHis power became his agony, his power knew no boundsWhereas before, his peace withstood the vastnessHis prerogative became an endless force of the all impossibleHis final soul is flying with contempt onlyEven the legendary glance backward to meet with eternitys stone in peace or save his already destroyedYou cannot share, the temperature is risingThe ghost and monkeys make a choiceThis...This...He tried to will himself back to bedHe wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for grantedTo be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patternsBut even wallpaper had become sinister to himHe remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skullsAt night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outsideAnd try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figureHe would always see his own faceAnd another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and trueFor at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoesShoes that no man would want to wearInto the hills then to search for another searchers closely held goalsInto the forest under the billowing leavesUnder the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new lovesThe preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothersIn fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playgroundA sense of moonlight and shadowAll the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eyeThe wallpaper had sinister tonesAlas, white coldAlas, rainbows middle infinitys destination.All lifes drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded
