Interstate Lyrics

Beaver

Falling asleep the heat of midday
Falling asleep I抦 drifting away

Time and again
Weightlessness a matter of perception
Time and again
Thoughtlessness reaches near perfection

Out of the flames leave this wreckage behind
Out of the flames here抯 a state I don抰 mind

Time and again
Weightlessness a matter of perception
Time and again
Thoughtlessness reaches near perfection
A resurrection