Sliding on the surface, and I'm trying to get hold of myself

I've read all the books, and I've smelled all the flowers

and I'm gone ... from here

sliding on the surface

Should I set out on my own, to find the cure

if I need to be alone

Sliding on the moon's face, and I'm trying to get hold of myself

I've read all the books and I've drunk from the wrong bottles

sliding on the surface

Should I set out on my own, to find the cure

if I need to be alone