[3D SOUNDSCAPE] [Deep percussion intro, mournful clarinet] I am floating here again Between the skin and the bone Counting all my different names In languages I've never known [Sitar enters, hypnotic] I was seven in the flood I was three beneath the sun I was someone's mother once I was no one's chosen son Tell me, tell me Which door do I open? Which life do I wear? Tell me, tell me How many times have I stood here? How many times have I drowned? [Alto sax weaves through] The wheel keeps turning The wheel keeps still I see the vessels lined like bottles on a shelf Empty mouths all calling me Which one holds the darkest spell? I remember purple fire I remember being old I remember dying young In a bed of red and gold [Piano crescendo] There's a woman in Algiers There's a child in Mexico There's a soldier bleeding out Which one do I choose to know? Tell me, tell me Which door do I open? Which life do I wear? Tell me, tell me This time will I remember? This time will I care? [Instrumental break - sitar and clarinet intertwine] The colors shift like water here Time is just a circling bird I've been king and I've been slave I've been everything and heard Nothing Nothing Nothing that stays [Building intensity] I was holding someone's hand When the revolution came I was running through the streets I was screaming someone's name Was it yours? Was it mine? Does it matter anymore? I can see the thread of light Leading to another door But I've walked through this before Yes, I've walked through this before [Percussion builds to chaos, then drops] So I choose I choose I always choose [Clarinet fades into void]
