I don't want a wave to come carry me under It's a time of designs I open up a book I can't understand the meaning I need something to read Falling over backwards in an embarrassing fashion Embarrassing fashion I just get the feeling I don't have any sensation It isn't much of a feeling When you sleep And you breathe an unconscious melody Turning on your intricate circuitry In the sea you can see infinity When you breathe an unconscious melody I hear a drum But there's no music Different kind of beat through a different kind of drum There's too much fire To keep from burning There's too much water To keep from sinking Too much distraction To help my thinking That maybe all these subjects Aren't worth discussing But the joy comes softly The joy comes softly When you sleep And you breathe an unconscious melody Turning on your intricate circuitry In the sea you can see infinity When you breathe an unconscious melody