Looks like I’m flying But I’m crawling slower I learned the way to swim Is just to let it go Don’t expect nothing Don’t smile or grieve no more 'cept maybe a little more pain And a little more closely To the big white door
First time I saw it My fear ran wild Screaming like a drowning man Crying like a child But each time I lashed out It was a little closer than before Then it rose up like a giant The screaming silence Of that big white door
Now I’m gliding on the fast flow Now I’m falling through the air Seems like everything is moving slower Now I find I don’t seem to care A little closer A little darker 'Til there’s nothing else no more Just the universe in shadow Of the big, the big white door Of the big white door
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