The entire time we're breathing We're in doubt of where we're from All the scientific answers cannot translate the connection Am I awake or am I dreaming conscious of a rhythm I close my eyes and try to enjoy the ride Morning holds the promise, the opportunity of day Which night can take away when the luners start to play Silent signs seem to indicate, what master minds can't contemplate This world we have to overcome, to rediscover where we're from Into an orange cup, I sink Into these liquid fields, I find Time