I had a bad dream. Someone untied my hands and let me go free. I was called to control myself. I was called to stand. I swallowed a mouth full of water and tasted my body's iron and knew my own mettle.She asked me to meet her at the station to talk about the light of a shadow reflecting lamppost. I was sick and couldn't get out of bed so I got there late. So late that Saturday had come and there was no more time to listen to the music they've been asking us to steal. Steal? We were invited here, and nobody else has a ticket either.I'll be sick as long as this track runs because I've had an inner ear problem since I drown at six o'clock. I can tell you that life looks taller when you are diving at the bottom. Push and shove, slap and love. Time heals all out wounds. My wounds, your wounds. I am sick and tired of taking medicine before I go to bed.