The Third Floor
Words & Music by Inaiah Lujan

There's a door there in a hallway I've seen
Is there anybody in there?
Are you scared?
Is there really anyone behind that door?

Have you been here before?
Do you know where you go?
Is it on the third floor?

There's a place where in a dream land I've been
Seems like everybody's in there
Don't be scared
Is there really anyone at all but me?

And have you eyes to see?
Did you once believe?
Do you still believe?

Floating in the atmosphere
I've come a long long way from here
From a far a distant land I've seen it
I can feel it

There's a place where in a dream land I've been

PLANES: The Third Floor

Words and Music by Inaiah Lujan

Living in a spoken fantasy 
A parallel of dreams
A waking life of falling back asleep
Float back down the stream

Maybe it's that time of year
Start to see a little clearer
Stop the running
I've been running all my life
I can't hide, from the things I feel inside

All the girls are putting on their face
Going to the show
All the boys are feeling out of place
Wondering if they'll know

Maybe it's that time of year
Start to see a little clearer
Stop the running
I've been running all my life
I can't hide, from the things I feel inside

PLANES: The Runner

Words and Music by Inaiah Lujan

All these ups and downs I'm feeling seasick
Waves are crashing on my head again
Do you have someplace maybe I could lie down
Wake me when we reach dry land

I'll dream a little dream you never left me
I'll imagine then that you're still here
I'd tell you all the things that you deserve dear
I can't breathe when you are not near

Just whisper all the words I long to hear dear
Run your little fingers through my hair
But surely this is just some great illusion
When I wake you wont be there

I'm on a sinking ship, lost at sea, longing for your love
The walls are caving in, the water's cold, wont you lift me up?

All these ups and downs I'm feeling seasick
Waves are crashing on my head again
Do you have someplace maybe I could lie down
Wake me when we reach dry land
Wake me when we reach dry land

PLANES: Dry Land

Stirring the muse.
There are oh so many planes. 

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