Sculptured between goldberg lyrics

[music & lyrics by Don Anderson]







Goldberg's variations had permitted sleep 



And the turning in my stomach had awakened me 



The dim blue light through my window 



Had all but calmed me 



I would stay up late into the night 



Until the sun had warmed the Earth 



Gripping at patterns of the morning 



Fighting the sequences before my eyes 



The sun rises and my panic begins 



I've spent all night sick to my stomach 



As if imagination were a disease 



I'm tired, and I hope the sun burns us all 



The Night was 



complex and 



I could not 



break free it's secrets 



I wake with 



the sun and 



I'm ill with 



the sun