Grounded, 5 a.m., the night lite is comforting

 But gravity is holding you.

 Once settled into sleep,

 You have watched

 On repeat the story of your life

 Across the ceiling

 And in review.



 You've said the air was singing.

 Its calling you, you don't believe.

 These things you've never seen.



 Good morning, how are you? 

 The weathers fine,

 The sky is blue.

 Its perfect for our seminar.



 Now close your eyes and start to breathe,

 Allow the noise to recede,

 Allow yourself to drift and fly away.

 But you just stay.



 You've said the air was singing,

 Its calling you, you don't believe

 These things you've never seen,

 Never heard.



 Did you hear these voices? 

 Did you hear these voices calling? 

 Did you hear these voices calling you? 



 Locked into a conference room,

 Were only what our minds assume

 And rationale is leaving you.



 This conceit these systems of belief

 Your counselor agrees

 You always mark these boundaries now you're free

 And with relief.



 You've said the air was singing,

 Its calling you, you don't believe

 These things you've never seen,

 Never heard, never dreamed.



 You said the air was singing,

 Its calling you, you don't believe

 These things you've never seen,

 Never heard, never dreamed.



 Never, never, never...



 Once you had a dream

 Of oceans and sunken cities,

 Memories of things you've never known

 And you have left alone.