And if you die right now / I know somehow the soul of you is gonna rise / and I believe the bird inside your chest / is gonna take you free / the sun is spinning in a whirlpool of glass / and as it turns / it burns the same unleaded gas / that makes you dream / the shadow underneath your perching pole / is sometimes called the hemisphere / the whirlpool outside your windowsill / goes spinning down below / and as you journey down / you balance on the wind / you taste the darkness / ‘til your conscience pulls the covers back again / bright and yellow comes the morning / it takes the mountain by surprise / beneath your feet a hole is forming / but if you die right now / you’re gonna rise / rise again / the doctor gives you sleeping pills to sleep / but they don’t keep the fear away / it lies beneath your bed / and fills your head with shadows from the plain / your bird is singing in a forest of its own / you tear the sheets away / and stare into a light you’ve never known / bright and yellow comes the morning / it takes the mountain by surprise / beneath your feet a hole is forming / but if you die right now you’re gonna rise / rise again.