Im lost in birdsong,
Its not me who sings...

Rock a lala spills drama
from the ceiling to the floor...

True loves fair spirit drifts,
Like a lakes ripple...

There's a girl that lies in my garden.
Surrounded by the flowers...

Ride to the sky with me,
we'll be flying for hours...

Nothing matters,
Why should it have to...

Hemispheres below the earths bowls blue,
but in essence no far from the wide skys view...