Testo Days Spent Floating

I got lost down a dark red rural road
Looked down two long lines to the place they both blurred out
In a cave lab they took some time to reassemble my brain
It would have been better to not have left New York City at all

Days spent floating in the halfbetween
Days spent floating in the halfbetween
Just one day, I want to have died for a day To disappear between two notes in a twelve-tone scale
Floral Jesus floats in a sky of warm toast
You can only spend so much time, brother, as the world's guest

Days spent floating in the halfbetween
Days spent floating in the halfbetween

It's Hallowe'en, and half Brooklyn is costumed and crying
And I don't want to be a human being
Caught midstreet drinking, the mistake of a late-night zombie
All-night dreams of a sky that's filled with ashes
And three days in till October's ended

Days spent floating in the halfbetween
Days spent floating in the halfbetween Days spent floating in the halfbetween
Days spent floating, floating in the halfbetween

Floating
Floating
Floating in the halfbetween