Green Stone

GREEN STONE (A Reworking Of An Original Instrumental Track , Trachite Verde, by Silvio Vinci) Turn it over… Start again… Green stone on the windowsill, Rain inside a glass. Little circles in the water Moving with the bass. I turn it over in my hand And watch the ceiling lean. All the hairline cracks above me Fill with bottle green. Green stone, slow tide, The room sways side to side. One breath, one more, The sea slips through the floor. There’s an island in the carpet, There’s a shoreline on the wall. Every ripple takes a minute; Every minute starts to crawl. I can feel the table drifting Out beyond the door. Then I turn the stone again— I’m where I was before. Green stone, slow tide, The room sways side to side. One breath, one more, The sea slips through the floor. Turn it over… Start again. Feel the water In the grain. Green stone, slow tide, The room sways side to side. One breath, one more, The sea slips through the floor. Green stone… Slow tide… Turn it over… Start again…