it’s been so long, and tin cans and string for years
is all that we’ve known, could it be you’re really here
‘cause my eyes are open, and everything still moves in slow-motion,
breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea
oceans of light envelop me
but things can’t be as they seem, I’m so far from home
this must be another dream, but my eyes are open
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…