Lyric The Lifting

grounded, 5 a.m.
the nitelite 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
it s calling you you don t believe
these things you ve never seen

"good morning, and how are you?
the weather s fine, the sky is blue-
it s 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
it s calling you you don t believe
these things you ve never seen, never dreamed

did you hear these voices calling
did you hear these voices calling
did you hear these voices calling you

locked into the conference room,
"we re only what our minds assume..."
and rationale is leaving you.

this conceit, these systems of belief,
your counselor agrees,
"you ve always marked thede boundaries, now
you re free..."
and with relief.

you ve said the air was singing
it s calling you you don t believe
these things you ve never seen, never heard,
never dreamed

you ve said the air was singing
it s calling you you don t believe
these things you ve never seen

never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never.

once you had a dream
of oceans, and sunken cities;
memories of things you re never known
and you have never known