Songtext Investigation on the third Franco Battiato

Investigation on the third

I sit in the manner of the ancient Egyptians,
The palms of the hands softly resting on the legs,
And the torso erect and natural,
A minaret pointing to the sky.
I try to relax and abandon myself,
To lose all tension
And anxiety.
As if I had entered a deep sleep
But with senses ever more awake and aware;
A great sense of well being
Pervades the body, the heart and my mind
That so often chains me to its thoughts,
It chains me.
Add vision
With closed eyes,
Subtract distance
And discover a third state of being
That expands and returns,
Divide the difference.