Indifferent Skies

Old sun risin' in these eyes and

I can clearly see the cave which lies in

Our avoiding and embroidering

Pseudo-Freudian manifestos of this void in

Which we toil in, it's just soil and

Pretty clear it all comes, all comes boilin'

Down to moon and snake and mother

Down to walls of me and other

I will hold my hand up high

Leave its print upon the sky

Keep reachin' high

Keep reachin' high

Old man risin', mesmerized in

How he tried and failed a thousand times in

Findin' tune in this consumin'

Nebulous bouquet of bein' human

None immune and all are Jungian

Archetypes of flesh transcending through communion

Cave and womb and prey and brother

Membranes bloomin' me and other

I will hold my hand up high

Leave its print upon the sky

Keep reachin' high

Keep reachin' high

Keep reachin' high

Keep reachin' high

I stand alone before and ocean

It's callin' me, I stand alone

Alone I stand, I stand alone

Before an ocean, it's callin' me

It's callin' me back home