Mourning Sickness – Hail The Sun

Do you ever get the feeling
That you’re floating
Do you ever get the sense that your body is gone

Awake, out of focus
Unnerved
Unnerved
This place might not be the same one that I know so well
Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time
Out of sync and violently aware that something’s off

Technically there’s a chance I might be in a dream
Repeating scenes again
Witnessing grieving friends
Mother’s caring eyes, they carry pain I’ve never seen, so hysterically

“He’s still here. He’s still here.” Where?
“He’s still here. He’s still here.”

I’m a floating skeptic, who are they burying
Curious perspective, don’t know when to lose
Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster. Driving faster!
I taste the pavement on my tongue. Punctured lung
Laughing off the warning just because
Faltered breathing. I’m not leaving
Awake, out of focus. Unnerved
This place might not be the same one that I know so well…
Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time
Out of sync and violently aware that somethings off
They’ve seen enough, They’ve seen enough
Carry on, Carry on
Brother, why won’t you answer? You seem to suffer like I’m gone…
No! Is that my cadaver? This can’t be over! Take me home
No!! Don’t you put me under, just hold me closer
To me, I’m not gone
I’m not breathing
I’m not leaving
I’m a floating skeptic, watching them bury me
Curious perspective, know when to lose
Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster. Driving faster!
I taste the pavement on my tongue. Just because
“He’s still here…”