Every night when I come home – a ghost stares at the phone And the dust greets me from above The sediment of what I have become Every night I watch you all, every day I know Every night when I come home shadows start to grow And the sun that stings from the west silhouettes you My hungry eyes retract afraid the shadow's true Afraid of fading too Every night hear a rusty hinge make a sound of the dead below Every night when my mind kicks in the hands of time are ticking Won't let go – and like the dream in the silhouette When the masquerading cabbage said: "Well look at you, won't you look at you, Just cuz you have a head you think you're always set To know… to know… to know…" (Stop) Every night try to walk away But hands of time just pull me back again Every night at the appointed time the calling mind won't go Every day in the same old way it's the sound of winding down My starving ears react to the unrelenting howl Every night come crawling in On your hands from where I don't know Every night with the monster lens steal a photograph of my soul Every night with the six inch heels strut strut right into my room Every night feel the hands of time turn me back to the Naked gloom (oh I don't know, oh I don't know…)