I Used to Be a Singer by Michael Feuerstack Lyrics

I used to be a singer
Bumping around in the astral plane
Picking up astral trash
To polish it up again
Drifting like a shell

It’s like trying to recall a dream you had
Every detail brings you further away

I lost all my credentials
I lost my compass and my map
I never lost my sense of wonder
There were other ways to get back

But don’t you know there’s a world out there
(Only getting further)
The sounds of waves and moving air
(Drifting from the dream)

Ever changing ripples
Where the water meets the sand
Infinite patterns
Regeneration in the sand
But when the tide returns in it’s own good time
It pools at your feet
And soon it’s at your knees
Soon you’re swimming around in it all
Lost in the weeds

Maybe you want to hurry
Maybe you want to take your time