Eternity’s gypsies are we
Hanging on to vanishing solidity
Roaming through real dreamlands
Uprooted from all of our stands
Unsettled and hungry for home
Doing time in seductive zones
Losing too much in the details
Haunted by disappearing trails
We arrive and depart, stop and start
Coming and going, playing our part
When we awaken from a dream,
What distance have we crossed?
When we awaken, what is lost?
The deathbed is but a cradle
Newborns gumming at the edge
Starmakers and savages alike
Dying, dying to live are we
So much to do, so much to be
If it seems we’ve been here before
It’s because there’s nowhere else to go
Eternity’s gypsies are we
Bound to ghostly solidity
Drunk on amnesia’s anaesthesia
A lifetime held in one frozen moment
Suspended in a droplet of forever
Ambered epiphanies eluding memory
Hinting at a mind-shattering enormity
We arrive and depart, stop and start
Coming and going, playing our part
Playing peekaboo with absolute mystery
Finding ourselves everywhere as we make history