Syncopated Strangers Umphrey's McGee

I imitate you
Right where the feeling runs out
Strangers today are loved by us all
Different but smelling the same

I shuffle time it seems
You are a clock
You ask me to count when I'm already gone
I don't know a tick from a tock

Now there seems to be a something
And it's standing in the way
And it blocked our sense of vision
And it made our costumes gray

He's standing in the courtyard
But his body will not play
In crystalized foregrounds
That dot along the plane
And someday this sudden dreamer
Will gave a red ghost surprise
That will make you see us clearer
Through your muddy watered mind
Then someday we will discover
That the door was always there
But someone fucking locked it
And they took away the stairs