[Verse 1]
Old sun rising in these eyes and
I can clearly see the cave which lies in
Our avoiding and embroidering
Pseudo-Freudian manifestos of this void in
Which we toil in, it's just soil and
Pretty clear it all comes boiling
Down to "moon" and "snake" and "mother"
Down to walls of "me" and "other"

[Chorus]
La la la la la la la
I will hold my hand up high
La la la la la la la
Leave its print upon indifferent skies
Keep Reaching
I keep reaching high

[Verse 2]
Old man rising, mesmerised in
How he tried and failed a thousand times in
Finding tune in this consuming
Nebulous bouquet of being human
None immune and all are Jungian
Archetypes of flesh transcending through communion
"Cave" and "womb" and "prey" and "brother"
Membranes grooming "me" and "other"
[Chorus]
La la la la la la la
I will hold my hand up high
La la la la la la la
Leave its print upon indifferent skies
Keep Reaching
I keep reaching high
Keep Reaching
I keep reaching high
I stand alone before an ocean calling me back home