From the recording Turn to Now

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Guitar master Travis Wammack nearly burned down the studio trading leads with the Burnells' Gary Hyche on this one. But we all survived.

Lyrics

I DREAMED I WORRIED MYSELF SICK IN A WORLD UNDONE
SUSPENDED BY BARE, FRAYED WIRES THAT HAD ALL COME UNWOUND
THE WHORES OF CONVENIENCE WITH THEIR SIX-INCH HEELS
UNBUCKLE SUGAR DADDIES, RENDER THEM BENEATH THEIR WHEELS
THE PREACHER IS CELEBRATING, HE PLAYS LIAR'S DICE
IN THE ORANGE SEE OF CONFUSION BENEATH AN ATOMOSPHERE OF LIES

AT MIDNIGHT IN HER CUBICLE, WHERE SHE'S ONLY HALF ALONE
AMY SLIPS FROM THE WHISPERING GLADE TRYING TO FIND HER WAY HOME
CONFLICTED BY HER TWO LOVES, QUIETUS AND YOUTH
THE LIGHT PERFORMS ILLUSIONS WHILE THE DARK OBSCURES THE TRUTH
NOW NO ONE CAN BREATHE LIFE AGAIN INTO HER COLD DESIRE
WHILE THE ORANGE SEE OF CONFUSION CONSUMES HER IN ITS FIRE

{Instrumental break}

A MOMENT LATER, I AWAKE, MY THROAT IS CAKED WITH MUD
DUST AND DARK SURROUND ME, MY BODY DRENCHED IN BLOOD
MY HEART IS POUNDING IN MY CHEST, THE BOARDS ABOVE ME QUAKE
I'M TANGLED IN THIS SILK THREAD AS THE FLOORBOARDS BEGIN TO BREAK
THE DAY THE REVEREND CALLED TO ME, I SHOULD HAVE RUN FOR HOME
FROM THE ORANGE SEE OF CONFUSION, WHERE NO BEARING CAN BE FOUND

MY FEAR HAS NOW SUBSIDED, I EMBRACE THE FATES
THE HUNTER'S MOON IS SHINING AND THE AIR IS COLD AS SLATE
IT'S TIME TO GRAPPLE WITH THE TRUTH, NO MORE TIME FOR LIES
WHILE THE VIOLIN IS PLAYING, THE REVEREND TEARS THE SKY
BUT THE ACCORDION IS SURGING AND THE BAJO DRIVES IT HOME
FROM THE ORANGE SEE OF CONFUSION, WHERE WE WASTE AWAY ALONE