Bouncing in blue
And becoming the screw
It turns me around
But never loose
New ways to strip
It of its use
My favorite illusionist
Whether sleight of hand
Or flick of the wrist
I'll never know just what I've missed
Snaps those fingers
And I don't exist
Is it giving up
Or my right to refuse?
Perfectly obstructed from view
Thought no one lived there but maybe I do
I built that house with only bones
Shelters those dreams for which I've atoned
A balcony to bask in the glow
And furnished with things I control
All surrender to the flood
If you lie down make sure face up
Float out and bathe
In luxury
From what's owned my thoughts
I've been freed
Is it giving up
Or my right to refuse
If I don't ask then how could I choose
Then what I don't need I won't use
