From the top of my tower of sand
Overlooking my juvenile realm
From the top of my tower of sand
Still with my newborn mind
Sucking up everything it finds
The blind feeling of shrinking back
In a snail shell, in my snail shell,
In a snail shell, in my snail shell
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After an old friend's sweaty handshake
The thrill of carelessness
The thrill of carelessness
I'm sucked out of the body that was mine
I hover above that kneeling child
And endlessly I'm taken back into
That collapsing organic structure
What's happening? What's happening? What's happening?
♪
Ever-changing face and yet still
Rough on the surface but serene at the bottom
Spasmodic sequences start to spread
Barely half-unfolded and already dead
New sparks soon will make me blind
But I move faster than my body
And think wider than my mind
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I need my burden as an anchor
It prevents me from getting lost
Lost at sea of thoughts
I'm sucked out of the body that was mine
I hover above that kneeling child
And endlessly I'm taken back into
That collapsing organic structure
What's happening? Where's the way out? What's happening?
♪
We're not our thoughts, you see
We are the space allowing them to be
We're not our thoughts, you see
We are the space allowing them to be