My body said: "don't fear at all"
Please body, tell my mind to stop
My body tries to shield me from you
You, my idle mind, seek somebody new
My body stays, for this still astral trip
Please, my gone mind, bring back something to keep
All those solid shapes are going to decay
Only fleeting gestures, in a moment becoming day
All the great discoveries are going to decay
Now let's keep on searching, in a moment becoming day
All that corporeality is going to decay
Now look at this motion, in a moment becoming day
Your desire of being, is going to decay
Watch me become something, in a moment becoming day