Crashing into the sunset Hits the mark Chasing the shifting current In the dark Waiting and yearning for the chance To decide Shivering with sensation In disguise Voice like a bronze gong rings out from the crowd Breaking the tethers, I climb to the clouds Tenuous, nebulous, gossamer wings Leaving the body the wind starts to sing Swaying into the evening It's alright Meandering with no ending In sight Devoid of a nagging meaning It's all fine Sliding it all together With no strife Voice like a bronze gong rings out from the crowd Breaking the tethers, we climb to the clouds Tenuous, nebulous, gossamer wings No more attachment, no need for thing