Testo Curved Air

Flashes and curved air
I can't trust my eyes
The things that I'm seeing
Look like lies
The wind has shoulders
Pushing me aside
The sky is a cavern open wide
I thought I was leaving
I got no time for that
It's too strange here to be serious
Too rocky to be flat
Too serious to be calm
So moderate and white
I heard, "inside the fence, you're alright"

If I could get some traction here
A little solid ground
A piece of working action here
I might get found
Might get found

I remember silence The moment that I knew
All the air turning solid
Curved and blue
Throwing us across the road
Into that rigid wall
I woke up in the dark
Across the hall

If I could get some traction here
A little solid ground
A piece of working action here
I might get found
Might get found