Spiral in the vacuum 
Tumble 'round and 'round 
There is no north or south here 
There is no path for sound 
I would feel that it's gone 
But there's no "I" to sense 
There was a place called Earth once 
There was a place called home 
I am I 
I am everything down to the core of it all 
What if all the conscious minds are simply just a song 
Played upon a quantum string until the music's gone 
It might be the case when we remember our face 
"....haven't I come this way before?"