Beaver – Interstate Lyrics
Album: Lodge
falling asleep the heat of midday
falling asleep Iæ?¦ 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 hereæ?¯ a state I donæ?° mind
time and again
weightlessness a matter of perception
time and again
thoughtlessness reaches near perfection
a resurrection
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