Disturbance

We ride on the avalanche we
Climb the melting red rungs
Of the ladder that leads high
To a darkening moon
We're the watchers of disaster
We're the dancers on your tomb
We're the invisible invaders of
Your privacy your dreams
We're the spectres on your screen
We murmur sweet transparent lunacy
On hot oppressive nights - you shine
A light and you will see just a shadow