Sifting through the blinds, washing my room
The fresh daylight doesn't assume
And mind's fresh. No bullshit, not yet
An empty slate so I might wait
To drink my mind from a cup and wake up
Does my train stay or do I go away
A spindle of ease unwinds itself in me
Too late, I'm sedated and confined
Something I chose? I don't know
Shifting state of minds over the ledge
Falling down onto a cloud
A spindle of ease unwinds itself in me
Too late, I'm sedated and confined
Something I chose? I don't know
Something I chose? I don't know