Work Visa to the Marimba Dimension

The flick has flickered out and a thin film built over my eyes Directly to a remote emotion went my stream of consciousness The names flew by after a bittersweet ending And for a moment in time I could make my room disappear And I could make myself disappear Cause it was like a portal And my sine curve was brutal And you were there , and I was there, and we were there The light peppered the walls, but that didn't last either But it's okay now, it's just different The studios are crossing, and it's just different My mind can wander into other things And maybe stroll by every once in a while But never stop Because momentum's what it's all about So I'll turn into those curves, and roll with the punches Lights, camera, action Those were some bitter sweet lunches And I'll cut my own damn sandwiches, and action sequences Maybe see you next Oscar or Grammy season