Lyrics:

There's fragrence before the storm.
I know it's June because there are kids laughing
in the night at nothing for no reason
and your skin is so soft I can barely tell I'm touching it.
The sound of a thirsty dog
drinking down the hall finally
interupts us --
Oh yeah, and the storm;
clouds full of dimes
threaten the dream
and the dream's architect.

People are becoming the essence
and the calm is verging on excessive.