Spiral in the vacuum
Tumble 'round and 'round
There is no north or south here
There is no path for sound
I would feel that it's gone
But there's no I to sense
There was a place called Earth once
There was a place called home
I am I
I am everything down to the core of it all
What if all the conscious minds are simply just a song
Played upon a quantum string until the music's gone
It might be the case when we remember our face
Haven't I come this way before
