I had a dream last night that I could fly away to the moon
And take a picture of you. And I think, what a beautiful view
Your pretty blue eyes crying, hiding the pain of the world
And I said, hey mister can you hear the silent whispers
of the poor and the hungry, baby seals, rosewood trees,
all the queens, and the fluffy things and me?
Sir have you got a moment to spare, maybe a penny somewhere?
No, it's quarter to eight and I‘m late.
And I said, hey mister can you hear the silent whispers
of the poor and the hungry, baby seals, rosewood trees,
all the queens, and the fluffy things and me?
If I had one final wish, glue will be it.
So I could paste the world together one last time
And I said hey mister can you hear the silent whispers
of the poor and the hungry, baby seals, rosewood trees,
all the queens and fluffy things,
all the Jews, milky moos, fish in a pan, maybe you, maybe me
and what about all the bees and all the bears?
Who cares? who cares? maybe just me.