Was water-white
Sung winter gla**
Plaque-platinum cold
Stun Stockholm sun
Tram traveler
Electric hum
Pilgrims on the Centro
Floating, drifting,
Eddy-spinning.
Leaving, breathing,
Headlong swimming.
West precipice
Hung hanging swing
Flit-flying pines
One swanlong dive
Tent tangle-dense
Met meadowood
Sky parted by the Centro
I don't know
Where it is I've been.
I've come so far,
But I don't know
Where you are.
I don't know
Where it is I'll go.
Just take me home,
Somewhere
I'm not alone.
Sleepwalker,
Dream pa**enger.
We're strangers,
Lone travelers.
Floating, drifting,
Eddy-spinning.
Leaving, breathing,
Headlong swimming.
I don't know
Where it is I've been.
I've come so far,
But I don't know
Where you are.
I don't know
Where it is I'll go.
Just take me home,
Somewhere
I'm not alone.
Cut countryless
No nowhere map
With windowless
Past pa**age back
Born borderless
Cull cornerstone
West precipice
Hung hanging swing
Left limbo on the Centro
Lyrics © 2001 Cynthia Conrad