No Ends No Beginnings

Our form, the way things appear, so appearances

And it's almost like just watching a movie with another

With a character that isn't me, it's a version of me

Or maybe I'm the kind of inventor of it

My own spirit, my mother's spirit, my daughter's spirit (Spirit)

Because everything's on a scale within us, isn't it?

And in that person's life, that's a really big deal

No ends, no beginnings, just bridges, just bridges

We are formed from dust

Looking at everything with fresh eyes

When I think of spirit as well, I think of memory

It was happening to me, I was seeing him as a child and all that

That hasn't been born

Though all those stages, the difference between them is so minute

You hardly even know, you can hardly even tell the difference

Well, you see reality in a different way (And it's a dream)

Different reality to how we're used to seeing it (It's a dream)

But it's the nearest fucking worlds we've got

And that's how it operates

We're not here permanently

And of course it's a dream, that's exactly what it is, it's just a dream

The idea of the self hopefully, just before you pass, it just kind of dissolves a bit

See another perspective, another realm

Another understanding outside of your everyday

I'm not intimidated by ghosts, maybe I should be (Maybe I should be)