Ricepaper Wings Lyrics & Chords By The Lido Venice

With my muse in a coma
Thoughts retreat to their home:
A distressed set of walls
With tympanic windows.

I bite my doorstop -
Was there a sign of forced exit here,
Near where occupants died?

The afflicted are sifted, lifted, and re-enlisted;
Invalids working 'til they're sleeping or jumping.

Yes, my head is a hospice
For plans, lines, and lists.
"Idea-less idealists
Make for selfish hosts," he says.

"Hosts or hostesses."
These live documents
Are the opiate of the word addicts.

And the afflicted are sifted, lifted, and re-enlisted;
Let's keep these words working
'Til they're sleeping or jumping.

The afflicted are sifted, lifted, and re-enlisted;
Invalids working 'til they're sleeping or jumping.