Normally we wouldn’t
We’d steer down around to something else
Caught in the cellophane
Doesn’t matter what you see in here
‘Cause everybody knows
There’s no atmosphere to smear the prose
Normally I couldn’t
Being so strung out on getting in
I don’t think I could recognize anyone in there
I’m dizzy with fear
I’m dizzy with fear
Without my atmosphere
You don’t have to repronounce what you think I got now
In the middle of it all, seeing it clearer
You turned into a tectonic plate and you float away
Drifting several day
You now call the stratospheric levels appalling
And the riddle in it all, just as appalling
And as a rift appears beneath your body
You won’t be saved
The distance is too great
Dizzy with fear
Dizzy with fear
What we want from you Phobiac
Extend the things you retract
Like ballasts of lead
And fearing this hand
