Who made these objects
I enter the borderlands
Thoughts get distorted
Tall lamp posts
Aerial water
Paper boats

As I go
Further into the wild
Sound a million foghorns
Sail on this ocean pool

Mind gets dilated
Where're they from?
Tell me who made them, the
Paper boats

And what if I know
Somewhere inside

And what if I'm gone without help
From you
I touch my face to be sure
And wait and wait and wait and wait

I fall
Generate the void
Lights stand tall
Sprung from vacant soil

And these arks
Appear more frequently
I embark
And my skin is folded tenfold, I wave farewell

And what if I'm gone without help
From you
I touch my face to be sure
And wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait