paroles de chanson Beauty Sleep - Notebook.

Soaring nowhere. Some for me...
I'm lost in space
Can't find a trace of anything familiar
What is living? What's the feeling?
We're on a mission to be gifted;
To be lifted.
Dozing into a dream, he's slowly getting so weak
Comfortable and relaxed, composed & feeling discrete
Brain activity taming quick as he's intimately
Wrapped in his bed sheet, just knowing it'll be sweet
Every night is a struggle to flow into a deep sleep
Something within is keeping him going diligently
But, this is different.
These visions flicker in-and-out with the quickness
Stripping down his convictions from a distance
Cognition scrambling, thought-patterns split in half
And it's like being catapulted backwards through a black abyss
Actually not attached to his cavity, sort of frantic
Looking down at himself and doesn't make sense
Asking if he should travel deeper and pass through...
Space is like a vacuum, sucking him through the center and he can't move
"But, for once, I feel free
Immortal and I'm truly sure of what's the real Me..."
Soaring nowhere. Some for me...
I'm lost in space
Can't find a trace of anything familiar
What is living? What's the feeling?
We're on a mission to be gifted;
To be lifted.
Heavy dose of melatonin in his skull-bone
An immobile body he's projected over; not dressed or clothed
Just fear to accept the notion, wants to disconnect and go in
To the old skin. But, knows he better hold his tongue
But he can't. It's all so real
Difficult to convince himself that it's not
The chills. that rippled similar to skipping stones on water filled him to the brim
Swimming with a fitted on, for real
Metaphorical. Must've read my oracle
Plunged into infinity, but scared to leave his boring room
Sparked a fuse that sent him flying
And I'm shot from this cannon to the other side
Blind eyes, but the lighting is getting brighter by the second
Dying, but the beauty of it is quite the ride and...
You should try it.
Join us as we cut the cord and break into the silence
It's crazy, but you'll like it.
Soaring nowhere. Some for me...
I'm lost in space
Can't find a trace of anything familiar
What is living? What's the feeling?
We're on a mission to be gifted;
To be lifted.