Sometimes does your head spin
Like a mechanical whirring, creating a din
And a dense feeling of falling in
To a pool with a depth that you couldn’t swim
The outside world is it far far away
Do you feel lost and alone, are you a needle in hay
Like you can’t see the wood, surrounded by trees
Do you wonder what might bring you down to your knees
And for what would you pray at the end of the day
If you believed that would make this dark cloud lift away
For what do you seek and spend time living for
You have material wealth, but what? You want more?
Let me entangle you, love, come, give me an ear
You're wasting the time you have to be here
Let go of the balloon, let it float to the sky
And remember poor Icarus - that dreamer, he died.