Spiral in the vacuum Tumble 'round and 'round There is no north or south here There is no path for sound I would feel that it's gone But there's no "I" to sense There was a place called Earth once There was a place called home I am I I am everything down to the core of it all What if all the conscious minds are simply just a song Played upon a quantum string until the music's gone It might be the case when we remember our face "...haven't I come this way before?"