the moon is calling the seas are calling now i cannot sleep they re saying something projecting something signals from the deep i read it somewhere that we will be burning in the heat it s hard to believe but i hear voices and i cannot keep it secret the computer s recursive tuner it s like the tolling of a bell bring me up deliver me out take me to the door i m not running anymore bring me up deliver me out i want nature to be so strong wind and rain inky blue that goes on and on in the day didn t plan it it wasn t habit i don t speak to trees i m busy tracing i don t know what now looking for relief they it s something they re telling us something we don t want to hear the computer s recursive tuner is like the tolling of a bell bring me up deliver me out take me to the door i m not running anymore bring me up deliver me out take me to the door i m not running anymore i want nature to be so strong wind and rain inky blue that goes on and on in the day