Mushroom Voyage

(high, high, higher) The ceiling is breathing in time with my chest

Colors are leaking, ignoring the rest (ahhh)

The floor is a river,

the walls are alive

We melt in the center

to survive

I feel the swell,

I feel the sound

My feet are lifting off the ground

(higher, higher)

Lost in the trip! (yeah)

Time is a circle that we can't escape

Shapes are dissolving, redefining their shape

(whoa) We float on a wave

made of pure light

We don't need our eyes to see tonight

Lifting up, going higher

(higher, higher)

Lost in the trip!

Colors fading out... (leaving behind the light)