Karde

The difference is you'd sit on the floor and Not a chair.
When it's loud, your silence carries 
Fills the room. 
It's everywhere
Six seconds past and it must feel weird
Things falling into place
While your falling out your hair
As the knuckles turn White 
And the chorus singing loud 
Clouds from above 
Moving all the while, you sitting there
With your mind racing by, one picture after the next 
And then A flickering distracts you those six seconds on 
Deep Velvet curtains and apples flying 
Don't you feel inverted? 
Your only aware because it's pressing all around you. 
Not only that you wont recognise your best friend. 
Your aware. Oh your aware.
And bouncing seems to be all you can do untill the led hits you.
Starting from the legs up, not waves, no not waves.
Not as gentle as that. 
She bites you, snaps 
Bang, there's that popping sounds again.
You can feel it pumping inside you.
There it's gone again, 
This zone requires no method of transport for thought
Now theyve grown wins, and can fight for themselves 
However it doesn't seem to be a matter of thought,
The battle is fought through the medium of strange.
Glued back in place once the page has worn off. 
So soft the air becomes...
the faces far less fast
Hands moving far more casual
Today won't be the last.