I'm talking to street furniture
I wrap myself in a turban
And I walk through the city
As the portals open
They are taking me away
Thousands of holes, lights
Coral reefs
And walls I can cross with just a blow
Wounds that I had suffered before have now opened up
Like the chakras
Om Shanti Om
I walk on stilts and do somersaults
Because here I feel the same gravity as in Callisto
Pages of history are being written and I will never be there
But I had never felt so serene
Bunches of garden pansies
All I need to say
Has sprouted in me like a brown lentil
I stretch my arms towards two cardinal points
The terminal grandmother takes my hand
And I think it's a good ending
Or so I hope
I swim next to a grouper
In zero gravity
And I take the bait
Since the day a healer saw me
I enter the flat and feel like an outsider
A fleeting star inside a storage room
I build a sandcastle
That floats, That erases
The laws of gravity
I hear the voices of a thousand people speaking to me in Tibetan
They give me advice that comes late
Because I'm already in the abyss, acclimatized
Some ideas come to me and they attack me
[Hook]
They talk to me and I answer
With a dead language, which is what comes up to me
And I look at the Romanesco
And it takes me to another world, it's the shortest way
I throw myself through a hoop
And I fall into the void, wow
A trip back
They talk to me and I answer
With a dead language, which is what comes up to me
And I look at the Romanesco
And it takes me to another world, it's the shortest way
I throw myself through a hoop
And I fall into the void, wow
A trip back