Bad Alchemy Lyrics

I dream Hermaphrodite & I sit up
All night our eyes on the horizon
Of a wobbling bowl.
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
The bowl contains
A liquid's left putrescence
After being drained.
(What we feel we have to solve
Is why the dregs have not dissolved)
When I wake I wonder what it means;

Am I bad alchemy? It seems
I image Self unmixed, a risk,
In a dish for drinking
Fluid with a strongly stinking
Sediment - is that what it meant?
Am I hermaphrodite?
Neither one nor quite the other?
(What we feel we have to solve
Is why the dregs have not dissolved)