Sucked by a Quicksand

Put yourself in a capsule,

Being throw in the Milky Way,

'Cause in the space I stay,

'Cause with you is ok.

No floor on the first floor,

No beat in the up beat,

'Cause the compass isn't right,

'Cause this song drives my mind.

Fells like tomorrow is today,

In a Black Hole sense of sayin',

'Cause the clock is going down,

And my now is in the past now.