I’ve been riding a fine line
Between dreamland and consciousness
I’ve been floating all alone
Halfway to shore
I’ve been losing my grip
On all things real
Time passes slowly
Like a melting clock
I’ve been wandering
Across this divide
Wondering not where I will end up,
But wondering what I will escape
Shapes and faces float ahead
The ever present reminder of actuality
Boats are in the distance
There’s safety in them
But my grip slips further
And I can’t hold on
To something that isn’t truly there
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me…
She showed me her room, isn’t it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said, “It’s time for bed”
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn’t it good, norwegian wood.