am surrounded by your fleshy thoughts. And waft and wind my way
through you From the tangled shroud of Sleep, I rose. No, Luke, I am
surrounded by your fleshy thoughts. And waft and wind my way through you
From the tangled shroud of Sleep, I rose. No, Luke, I am surrounded
by your fleshy thoughts. And waft and wind my way through you From
the tangled shroud of Sleep,
my, my, what is that you've got there?