Triangle wants to turn the corner,
caress the wall behind the painting,
discovering all new colors.
painting it bright!
watching it rise!
we'll watch the city burn so slowly,
imagine things behind the (TV) framing,
denying all the new horrors.
In a dream,
in the night,
is something scrambled,
sublime.
Come on let's do the \"turn the corner!\"
Creating something bright to remember
We'll squeeze the blood from all the cymbals.
And I wanna turn a new corner,
See the fire flash from your eyes,
See the water burn from those letters,
Painting it bright!
Watching it rise!