From the top of my tower of sand Overlooking my juvenile realm From the top of my tower of sand Still with my newborn mind Sucking up everything it finds The blind feeling of shrinking back In a snail shell, in my snail shell, In a snail shell, in my snail shell ♪ After an old friend's sweaty handshake The thrill of carelessness The thrill of carelessness I'm sucked out of the body that was mine I hover above that kneeling child And endlessly I'm taken back into That collapsing organic structure What's happening? What's happening? What's happening? ♪ Ever-changing face and yet still Rough on the surface but serene at the bottom Spasmodic sequences start to spread Barely half-unfolded and already dead New sparks soon will make me blind But I move faster than my body And think wider than my mind ♪ I need my burden as an anchor It prevents me from getting lost Lost at sea of thoughts I'm sucked out of the body that was mine I hover above that kneeling child And endlessly I'm taken back into That collapsing organic structure What's happening? Where's the way out? What's happening? ♪ We're not our thoughts, you see We are the space allowing them to be We're not our thoughts, you see We are the space allowing them to be