Birth Pains of Astral Projection

Lyrics for Birth Pains of Astral Projection

I can almost see the shimmering faerie as I recline on moss But there isn't enough primrose There are only wishes in a hidden forest I can almost see ghosts as I shiver on icy floorboards But Amelia is asleep in winter There are only prayers in a secret house I was lost by the wayside Amidst the groans of a tired time There is nothing for me here The tales of the flute by the fire A stroll through a sombre evening Smoke enticing from their pipes, pipes And the honourable visions of a pulseless mind Death comes in an instant, if you like But Amelia may be waking soon When I sleep, I can't pull myself away yet But I know there are mansions out there Maybe on Saturn, or Mars, or Mercury, or Luna Maybe on Saturn, or Mars, or Mercury, or Luna Maybe this is a clue Maybe this is a clue I'd never been washed ashore, or seen the droll night before My body vanished, I hovered in the concourse Of the court of thousands of yellow asphodel It hurts remembering the fragance of Heaven We lived in the rowans, avoiding mad water Spoiling our children with tea and mushrooms Early in the autumn, as we slept by the oven Someone sent a shape who tore the house apart Our bond shattered I was drawn away I was caught praying in the shade Recently, I went back to my door, and breathed It was love filtered through yellow paraffin We pushed with all our might, for you