Oh sweet delirium - So drenched in burning lithium This sickness seems to never ease - In the waking state we drift within ...and we just fall Deeper Into The twisting sands of thought We are deceived - By the mirage our minds create Fowl is the taste - Of thought upon the thinkers tongue What's the reprieve? A stillness I can't find? O full of scorpions is my mind If I just close my eyes Let Hypnos hold my mind Will sleep erode the blue inside? Deeper into the well of dreams I - Sink Desert of dreaming - Show me that which I seek An oasis where I'm simply free If I just close my eyes Let Hypnos hold my mind Will sleep erode the blue inside? So gifted are we - With flying thoughts? But every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth Just to float for a second in bliss Just to drift within a little remiss Just to let go