Time Is Imaginary Songtext
von Marty Willson-Piper

I had this dream
And there was a king
And he was looking at the sky
And the sky turned around and looked at him and said
"King, you don′t know what it's like to rule
You only know about time
And time is gonna kill you
And you know what, king?
Time is imaginary"


White cello in an archway
Frosted glass across the courtyard
Led light and beams
The dignity and insistence of age
Swallowing me up as I approach thirty
Colored ideas that once were monochrome
They manifest themselves in this great mansion
The woodwork of centuries
I cannot greet new buildings
A lust after the ancient

You trip me up and graze my knee
And I shrug the responsibility of healing
There′s all this blood on the inside of my trousers
There's an L-shaped tear in well-cut cloth
And I'm only learning
Less and less I worry
More and more I dream
And I′ll feed myself the sweet nectar of knowledge
And I′ll suffer its consequences
Time is imaginary