I saw a chair that wasn't there and bumped onto the floor
And from that point of vantage now surveyed a kitchen door
Shut, but at the bottom light and sound was coming through
But the self was not responding, couldn't tell it what to do.
Then something cut a thread that had us tethered to the floor
And we quietly floated upwards and right through the kitchen door…
Nothing really special, preparation for a feast
But we didn‘t feel like eating no we could not touch the beast.
We tried to call out something to some people who were there
But they didn't seem to notice - didn't seem to hear
We were floating just above them in aromatic steam
And that was when we thought that this was possibly a dream.
We tried to wake the body by leaning to the side
Rocking back and forth but all the movement made us glide
Straight through the kitchen window and out into the night
Where the stars were coloured tracers and the moon was out of sight
Then a moment came upon us and it gave us little warning
We fell into eternity and woke up in the morning
We found us sitting out on the sand, staring out to sea
Whispering the words aloud – what will be will be
The sun came up from under the world singing a sun song
Someone in the village just behind sounds a morning gong
And it really didn't matter all the clanging and the clatter
The shrieking of the sirens and the ratatatatata
All the people on the planet running pitter pitter patter
No it really didn't matter, it really doesn't matter
For nothing in this universe could possibly be wrong.
recorded at the Appleshed on Bruny Island.