So strange, the dreamer's mind caress
Does nothing strange, but nothingness
Is his companion at night
And mighty is its awesome sight
It takes him far in dreamless realms
Where nothing falls more than a foot
And no one bares the careless bleak
That comes out of the mouths of moot
Do go ahead with what you need
Small other ways present themselves
And then you get a hand or bone
While pressure builds and you're the stone
Sin of the flesh corrected in mind
This sin is a sin of a glorious kind
It opens the door and it opens a find
Sin of a sin and a kin to the blind
The mountain valleys ridges glow
With a thin layer of the past
In hopeful desolate refrain
The ridges cry of hope and pain
Yet solitude has taught them much
Of this and that, of such and such
So now they feel they used to feel
Old tremors fading and some real
Sin of the flesh corrected in mind
This sin is a sin of a glorious kind
It opens the door and it opens a find
Sin of a sin and a kin to the blind