Lt Headtrip, C Money Burns - Escape Craft Lyrics

They say this solar system spins in a massive disc of concentrated systems
That spin in the vast abyss forming a cluster
A galaxy which travels through this universe haphazardly
Perhaps it's real, perhaps it all imaginary
And I’m no astronomer, but I can see beyond the atmosphere
And humbly ponder the gravity of my passions here
Kiss the flask on the bluffs, off balance. Cheers
I’m waiting for the canopy to tear
I watch my stubborn feet waltz along the beach as if
Completely disconnected from my being. It’s freeing
My tongue is the wind's. My blood is the sea's
This island is a dream that does not belong to me
See, the haunted vessel I arrived on kept a ghost
Who I remember like a password to a vault which never opened
Through neglect and trepidation I left it closed
Only now that it’s gone do I recognize the torment
I’m a torn sail away from restoring my escape craft
Nut I don’t know if I can ever leave. It might be up to me to
Wake that Wind Fish stirring in its trance
And relieve it of a nightmare riddled sleep
But what if I’m not separate from its fantasy? An actor in a scene
Woven steadfast into this tapestry, knotted into seams
Mind swept serenity at the altar of a beach
This island is a dream that does not belong to me

They say this solar system spins in a massive disc of concentrated systems
That spin in the vast abyss forming a cluster
A galaxy which travels through this universe haphazardly
Perhaps it's real, perhaps it all imaginary
And I’m no astronomer, but I can see beyond the atmosphere
And humbly ponder the gravity of my passions here
Kiss the flask on the bluffs, off balance. Cheers
I’m waiting for the canopy to tear
I watch my stubborn feet waltz along the beach as if
Completely disconnected from my being. It’s freeing
My tongue is the wind's. My blood is the sea's
This island is a dream that does not belong to me
See, the haunted vessel I arrived on kept a ghost
Who I remember like a password to a vault which never opened
Through neglect and trepidation I left it closed
Only now that it’s gone do I recognize the torment
I’m a torn sail away from restoring my escape craft
Nut I don’t know if I can ever leave. It might be up to me to
Wake that Wind Fish stirring in its trance
And relieve it of a nightmare riddled sleep
But what if I’m not separate from its fantasy? An actor in a scene
Woven steadfast into this tapestry, knotted into seams
Mind swept serenity at the altar of a beach
This island is a dream that does not belong to me