Album: Lodge

Interstate

falling asleep the heat of midday
falling asleep I抦 drifting away

time and again
weightlessness a matter of perception
time and again
thoughtlessness reaches near perfection

out of the flames leave this wreckage behind
out of the flames here抯 a state I don抰 mind

time and again
weightlessness a matter of perception
time and again
thoughtlessness reaches near perfection
a resurrection