She's at this party
She sits by me
There's always something
You guarantee
Her smile is sunrise
Over the sea
She slips something
Into my tea
She's pulled the rug
Under my feet
Just pulled the plug
Now I'm in the deep end
One look inside
There's nothing left
Roll with the tide
There goes the weekend
Innerspeaker calling
How do we do?
I see what you're in I want to help you
The room is shining
Metallic frequencies
There's always something
You guarantee
Her eyes are starbeams
On moonlit skies
Swimming through folds
In the machines of time
The stinking news
The baby crawl
Looking for Alice
When she's 10 feet tall
But I was older then
I should have known
Just how far she burrows
Down that rabbit hole
They pulled the rugs
Under my feet
Just pulled the plug
Now I'm in the deep end
One look inside
There's nothing left
Roll with the tide
There goes the weekend
Innerspeaker calling
How do we do?
I see what you're in I want to help you
Instrumental
Consciousness calling
Your ego dissolving
I know you keep stalling
But lines need redrawing
The ones that you're walking
Have become distorted
The circuit has shorted
Reboot reinstall it
Don't drink away boredom
Examine the causes
These systems are warping
Your sense of belonging
The cultist endorsement
Of ritual hoarding
That no-ones affording
Try to not to be drawn in
A new day is dawning
Connections are forming
Utopian longings
To be unforgotten
With every new morning
Your neurons transforming
This world could be more than...
This world could be more than
She never sleeps
I sip my tea
There's always something
You guarantee
Out in the moonlight
Hoping she may be
Somewhere out walking
Searching for me