Unconscious Melody - Preoccupations

I don’t want a wave to come carry me under

It’s a time of designs

I open up a book I can’t understand the meaning

I need something to read

Falling over backwards in an embarrassing fashion

Embarrassing fashion

I just get the feeling I don’t have any sensation

It isn’t much of a feeling

When you sleep

And you breathe an unconscious melody

Turning on your intricate circuitry

In the sea you can see infinity

When you breathe an unconscious melody

I hear a drum

But there’s no music

Different kind of beat through a different kind of drum

There’s too much fire

To keep from burning

There’s too much water

To keep from sinking

Too much distraction

To help my thinking

That maybe all these subjects

Aren’t worth discussing

But the joy comes softly

The joy comes softly

When you sleep

And you breathe an unconscious melody

Turning on your intricate circuitry

In the sea you can see infinity

When you breathe an unconscious melody