In the people, missing light
Voices on you call
Hair is falling down your neck
You know that isn't all
Breathing like a Stylophone
Breathing like a fawn
Everybody wants to see you
You will not take form
The arising is at hand

Half the forms you occupy
Just a little wild
All the thoughts that bother you
Will make, yeah
All the cash that you shell out
Will float through like bile
You don't really mind
While you're praying, yeah
The arising is at hand
The arising is at hand
I'm there, baby are you?
Woah