Every Night I Walk the Same Trail of Thought Lyrics

My skin becomes the ground, it's easier to walk that way
I'm covering the walls in toadstools to mark the way

Gramophones flap their wings, the trees rustle their roots
Their leaves are fleeting fast upstream, nature conceals my trace
Ride the bus through marble walls, the tall grass there awaits
My headlights disagree with me, they're never to return

Every night I walk the same trail of thought a little bit further
Spiraling like a moth, transcending fire and finding home
They call me bastard child, but that's not who I am
Empty-handed the return, you can't grasp a roaring stream

The ground is gleaming bright, I knew this place, it can't be far
The loons are fast asleep this is my place I finally made it home