Still protecting the magic feather
Holding tight to a supporting [bad word] Writing scripts on worn out leather
Atill waiting on a divine touch 

Try to ride on waves of activity
In every direction
You're the center and you're always free
In every direction

Feeling safe enough to abandon the void
Ban the zero, ban the noise
Quiet sounds picked up and dissected
All faint shadows reflected

Try to ride on waves of activity
In every direction
You're the center and you're always free
In every direction