♪ It's like an intuition or a feeling in the air An intangible impression that's always everywhere You bit into the apple, laid down your sword and shield (Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smiles) Then spun 'round like a gyre in the unified field! (Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles)
I remember feeling the opposite of falling (Into that spot where we untie every knot) Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling... "Are you there, or not?"♫
