Silver chord کے بول

I look down and see myself The blanket still tucked in Now in shades of white and black My adventure begins *last time i could sail This time i can fly It's impossible to fail Star-filled pockets, empty sky This silver chord protects me As it reels me in each night This silver chord connects me From earthly body to the light* When my plan has ended And soft warm skin turns old The silver chord gets cut And i'm free to drift back home Astral visits at the ferris wheel Or haunting childhood fears Each moment is a glimpse Past is present, future's near Last time i could hold you This time i might cry I remember your face With tear-filled pockets, empty eyes It's not time I'm still needed