Brandon Boyd. The Wild Trapeze. Last Night A Passenger. Zeneszám

Last night I think I lived a thousand years
I caught wind of the soft song of passing winds
I swam past the seas and met a school of fish
?Enjoy class? they said, ?but keep a weather eye
keep a weather eye out?

That sound that pulled me out got louder still
Until salt and sea became a vacuum?s mouth
I tumbled into a darkened room
T?was all void and smelled of stale sea air.

I said my oh my
where on earth am I?
I?ve been swallowed whole
now a passenger
in the belly of
fate!
Fate!
Yeah!
Fate!
Oooh

Last night I travelled without eyes or ears
I sat idle in the womb of elders, tense
from sailing to the Isle of Wight!
A hostage in the mouth of myth

I said my oh my
where on earth am I?
I?ve been swallowed whole
now a passenger
in the belly of fate

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