Brandon Boyd

Last night I think I lived a thousand years
Caught wind of the soft song of passing winds*
Swam past the seas and met a school of fish*
Joined class they said to keep a weather eye
Keep a weather eye out
That sound that pulled me out, got louder still
Till salt and sea became a vacuum?s mouth*
But turned off into a darkened room
Which was all void and smelled of stale sea air
I said, my oh my, where on earth am I?
I?ve been swallowed whole