Where do you go to disappear? Tina Dickow

Hanging from a rope
On a mountain side
Rocking on a boat
Hanging from a rope
On a mountain side
Rocking on a boat
Hook on the line

Picking up a pen
To get stuck in a story
Looking for the Zen
Legs crossed before me

I am looking
Yeah, for a place
Where I can fade
Where I can fade away

But where do you go to disappear?

From tomorrow’s hold
Yesterday’s headlock
Where do you go
To raise your mind up

Science, sex and food
Handcrafts and poetry
Far away or in your room
Whatever keeps you hungry