[Verse 1] Sinking to the depths of the semicircular canals— Waves in the endolymph, an ancient sea; Forgotten entirely for over eighty years, Yet close my eyes, and the single line of time begins to sway. [Verse 2] From the gap between particle and wave, The fluttering wings of childhood are projected; The limbic system—a reptilian slumber, An ancient organ of movement from before the birth of words. [Chorus] Lullaby for the ear, swaying gently, Softly letting go of the city of objectivity; A wave that stays close until the final awakening, A "common sense" deep within the body. [Verse 3] The winds of Tibet, the chanting from the *Book of the Dead*— Hearing remains until the very moment consciousness fades; A memory of dynamic equilibrium, A melody played by gravity and the tides. [Bridge] Open my eyes, and time and space stand still; Close them, and a logic of flux takes hold; Quietly stirring the depths of the primal brain, A long-forgotten, primordial landscape of life. [Outro] The ancient seawater within the ear Calms, ever so quietly, to a still, glassy surface; Lullaby for the ear... Goodnight, myself...
