I look down and see myself
The blanket still tucked in
Now in shades of white and black
My adventure begins
*last time i could sail
This time i can fly
It’s impossible to fail
Star-filled pockets, empty sky
This silver chord protects me
As it reels me in each night
This silver chord connects me
From earthly body to the light*
When my plan has ended
And soft warm skin turns old
The silver chord gets cut
And i’m free to drift back home
Astral visits at the ferris wheel
Or haunting childhood fears
Each moment is a glimpse
Past is present, future’s near
Last time i could hold you
This time i might cry
I remember your face
With tear-filled pockets, empty eyes
It’s not time
I’m still needed