Deja Vu happening.
Have been here before,
in a space where I seem to be free falling.
In a time vacuum where nothing moves normally.
Things only seem to float by,
gravity-less, in slow motion.
Time stands still,
and then passes in large chunks.
I stare, watch.
a glass wall outside.
Its Zorbing in slow motion.
Sights, without the sounds.
And the lyrics in my head go round and round,
'In my head there is a greyhound station,
where I send my thoughts to far off destinations'
Death Cab for Cutie - Plans