I'm up in the cosmos With my eyes closed I'm down in the meantime Wondering what time means.
I'm out on the icing Hovering and buffering I'm down in the meantime Living with machines In this conscious reality.
I'm walking on the sidewalk Listening to people talk. I'm swimming in some sea waves Underneath a freeway. I'm climbing up on a mountain and then I'm meeting up with the sun again. I'm following my mind home And counting up my chromosomes Then drowning in sea foam.
Too many trees will make you like a bird just sitting grumbling subsonic words. Itchy feet will make you want to run away from the concrete and its absorbing the sun.
Stinky people will make you like to leave and retreat to your own stinky air that you breathe.
Geometric shapes will make you have to wait 'til you're old enough to finish your plate And whatever you wage.
I'm up in the cosmos With my eyes closed I'm down in the meantime Wondering what time means.
I'm out on the icing Hovering and buffering I'm down in the meantime Living with machines In this conscious reality.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
