James Dickey - Lyrics lyrics

There was something about me that usually kept me from dreaming, or maybe kept me for remembering what I had dreamed about, I was either awake or dead, and I always came back slowly. I had the feeling that if it were perfectly quiet, if I could hear nothing, I would never wake bak up. Something in the world had to pull me back, for every night I went down deep, and if I had any sensation during sleep, it as going deeper and deeper, trying to reach a point, a line or border.