Lyrics:

Darkness
And a scratching, whirring noise
Darkness
And then, slowly, the pictures
Shudder up in sight
A building string of images like silvery bubbles
Surfacing from the deep

It's almost always raining
Drizzling, misting
Slightly, lightly, heavily
But almost always dripping
The kitchen faucet marking time

Camera pans across it
The washed out black and white
Tintack
Across the back, the color a saturated smear
The Lighting Director's guiding the highlights all the time

The priest is scratchy
And smells mildewy
Too much rain
Stomach's empty
The fridge is a booming echo chamber

They edit in stock horror darkening footage
Of starvation, atrocities, Vietnam war footage
Descending through it
The crackling of outtake sections
Litter the stairwell, serpentine and yet brittle
A close crop

Zoom to feet descending, descending
Frames skipping and jumping in vertical crash scratching
The hallway to street sub-lit in shadow
Casting long and thick
As broken glass shards
And the reflections sparkle
In the rain-speckled sidewalk
It's always raining

But that's the way this film runs
The scenes seem clear
But the final print is always too grainy and scratched
Blurs the longer you watch it and finally
Just falls away to clips and snapshots of its former glory

Loop that frames the whole world outside
Often running in slow motion
Perhaps the projectionist has nodded off in a stupor during the last showing
His elbow hitting a switch
And for a second or a week, the world runs in reverse
The images all silent, filmed and jerking nervously back across the streets
Seems like the reel is always running backwards
Time is fiction

Time is fiction
So, why don't you come lay down with me
In this pitch-bending film-loop
And let the acid rain beat down on our bodies