My head feels like a spoon
Dropping on a porcelain plate
I get flashes
I get flashes of that metal sound
I want to close my eyes
But my eyelids don't fit
I have random thoughts
And songs streaming through my head
I get flashes of the sound
A spoon makes
When it hits a porcelain plate
But now my friend you must move on
The silence approaches before the dawn
And as the ravens fly away
You must be moving towards the surface soon
Moving towards the surface soon
Moving towards the surface soon
Moving towards the surface soon
Moving towards the surface soon