• Floating in the middle, you whisper
    Look up and feel like you’re drowning
    Look down. The clouds are beneath your toes
    But your stomach doesn’t believe your foolish eyes
    Your shiny dreams are beginning to rust
    And everything tastes like night time, like the ending
    So you climb into bed between your silken sheets
    Squeeze your blind eyes shut
    You’re special you’re special
    You’re one of a kind