PSI lyrics

No ceiling's in the benediction field Tumbling through the contradictions, dear Feel them crawling upon every limb Visions of a wold beneath the skin Feeling things we've known but never seen Hollow twigs that snap beneath the beam Separates us in our minds as if our passions could divine Sign from seal Right from real Places that we know we'll never be Won't stop us from our trying hard to see Through icy pastures laid in beds of mist And strange marks left upon our wrists When the fifth joins soft coordinate of Psi When the streets remind me of our hollow ties When the spinning settles me as in that place so far away We are earth and clay We are night and day