Time stopped
And I'm floating there on air
I can watch myself, my head is elsewhere
I'm suspended, suspended in mid-air
But surprise, surprise I'm still here, so there
Cognition is a billion years ago somewhere
Let's slip out of this life we know, into some timeless repose

Hey, come on, let's go
Down to two seventy-three below
Let's go sliding down the scale
Way down, down beyond the veil
I'll be feeling fine at absolute zero

Memory, identity, on another self-plane
And you will be sustained with cryo-preservatives
Robotize, enzymes, nucleotides, in time
Vitrification

Brain-edit, you will get it, if you let it frozen

Hey, come on, let's go
Down to two seventy-three below
Let's go sliding down the scale
Way down, down beyond the veil

Time re-starts
Another chance, it maybe better next time
We'll be minus a hundred and ten
Maybe that'll do just fine
Low temps, slow metabolism down and then
We will stop the gradual slide
For centuries end on end
Frozen to solid
For a hundred years and then emerge
You will re-encounter yourself
Oh, what a lovely fantasy turn

Hey, come on, let's go
Down to two seventy-three below
Let's go sliding down the scale
Way down, down beyond the veil

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Bruce Hornsby