Wind Up Doll Day Win

Cold trade in the laughter
Cool Jade in the night
We barter images on the matrix
Fine strands of reality, dream and vision

Wind up doll day begins
Whirlwind display of whims
Splashing across the street into the box
My box, your box
Dollhouse robbed of fantasy

Stacks of office blocks waiting for the wind
Blow me over into the starlight, wind
Crash down these weights upon me
Drive me across the world's scorching lies
From someplace that I might see them
To that place that I do
Draw down the dollhouse blocks
Into the whimsical streets

Web of the real laid close beside dream
Each the barter for the other
Twisting together, like worms in their holes
Quietly strangling the vision

Wind up doll day traded
For dream chants on whispering winds

Wind up doll day begins
Wind up doll day begins
Wind up doll day begins
Wind up doll day begins
It seems to me there’s cold trade in all the laughter
There’s the cool gleaming Jade
Greed in our minds