When I woke, the world was meaningless.
People laughed and grabbed at silences in space.
The pain that could be a real thing
Could never quite rise to exist.
Could never quite rise to exist.
The streets became abstract, something to extract
A feeling, without a practical purpose at all.
The passersby light as summer air just waited for
Another breeze to change who they are.
A feeling, without a practical purpose at all.
The passersby light as summer air just waited for
Another breeze to change who they are.
There was no trace of mind on the leaves or flowers.
They resisted even the sun and jostling wind.
They resisted even the sun and jostling wind.
All waters headed down.
This is what surrender looks like.
This is what surrender looks like.
See how everything seems to play in a hidden field.
There is just no wanting it anymore.
This place is yours now, the blank you drew
So you can give birth to the actual.
There is just no wanting it anymore.
This place is yours now, the blank you drew
So you can give birth to the actual.
