At the end of the night all the food particles come together

The sea and the sky and the Unseeing Eye build the weather

That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream

One night out walking I saw a man with seven stars at his right hand

Terrible storms of insular light

The flickering shadows cast everything right

That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream


I've waited so long to walk through the streets of this ghost town

Now, in the clocktower, I'm not sure if I should look down

That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream

Staring at the ceiling architectural crease

Golden braid in the number of the beast

Superstring theorists stretching for the light

Hands reaching out in the middle of the night

That Unseeing Eye reminds me of a midnight dream