Here's my hand you painted on
circle fades inside a heart
Are you expected here?
You whisper in my ear

So I wash my hands till the water burns
circle sits outside a door
Are you expected here?
I whisper in your ear

I'm whole, open
I'm starved, broken
I'm lost and found

I'm an evolutionary sleeper

If letting go means letting be
And the [bad word] beyond the mind is what I need
If letting go means letting be
And the [bad word] beyond the mind is what I see

I'm an evolutionary sleeper