Brandon Boyd
last night a passenger
Last night I think I lived a thousand years
I caught wind of the soft song of passing winds
I swam past the seas and met a school of fish
âEnjoy classâ they said, âbut keep a weather eye
keep a weather eye outâ
That sound that pulled me out got louder still
Until salt and sea became a vacuumâs mouth
I tumbled into a darkened room
Tâwas all void and smelled of stale sea air.
I said my oh my
where on earth am I?
Iâve been swallowed whole
now a passenger
in the belly of
Last night I travelled without eyes or ears
I sat idle in the womb of elders, tense
from sailing to the Isle of Wight!
A hostage in the mouth of myth
I said my oh my
where on earth am I?
Iâve been swallowed whole
now a passenger
in the belly of fate