Six months he slept strapped to a wall. No up. The pen hung where he left it. He watched the weather cross whole countries and nothing in the window made a sound. First morning back he's in the kitchen. Lets go of the cup, the way you do up there. It doesn't wait for him. He stands in the coffee and the pieces, watching. Down here things stay where you expect. Down here the blanket finds the floor. Nights, he dreams the tether's gone. The hatch just a coin, then a grain in the distance. His mouth open to the blackness. He wakes with both hands gripping, turning white. Down here things stay where you expect. Down here the blanket finds the floor. The ceiling's still above The smell of coffee, sounds of traffic. He says thanks. Not to anyone. Settles into the weight of the bed. Down here things stay where you expect. Down here. --- Lyrics written by SED NO1
