Sometimes i like to sink
so low i don't know
where i am,
i don't know
where i put my keys,
Don't even know my name,

Making my rounds
in a cloud of smoke
with a retinue of foes
for friends;

Where we can toil
all our time away
in crazy plans

To move the sun
up rock and hill,
throu vein and bone

Over into
the sea,

Wishing for secrets
from unquiet skies of
future sights unseen.

We know to hope
they're hard at work
behind the scenes