When you wake up in the morning at the fourth century And come through the door to say she's gone And loneliness is draped in place Designed to drive you blind And not for you but on the mind Ah, noiselessly the memory Of spirals spins around The vision crawling all the sounds And to see the golden goddess Sizzling down her eyes And not for you but on the mind And the air reflecting all the shadows From the dreams that screamed extremes Are all it seeks But there exists no pathway To leave the past behind And not for you but on the mind On the mind On the mind On the mind Are the shipwrecks in the harbor But the ship ain't got no sail Besides the sailing out from bay And the portrait seen is waiting To be taken by the tide And not for you but on the mind On the mind On the mind