Interstate

Beaver

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