It’s like sinking your own submarine
To avoid being captured, captured
It’s like blowing into smithereens
Becoming enraptured, I feel free
And I don’t want to go home, I want to flow
Bewitching siren, I feel high
And I don’t want to die tonight, I want to ride

I’m blissed out as we meander, meander
My dreams are sodden with uncovered infantile amnesia
One day we will all gather, gather
And watch the movie of our lives

I don’t want a spa finale
A designer departure, departure
We are drifting into the mystery
Hold on to your heart and you’ll be fine
And you’ll find yourself intoxicated by the light
Time gleaming mortal, You are so high
And you will not die tonight, You will survive

I’m blissed out as we meander, meander
My dreams are sodden with uncovered infantile amnesia
One day we will all gather, gather
And watch the movie of our lives

Copyright 2004 Beau Phillips