Was it night or a day when I floated away
Just a dream or was it real, or just my belief
What I liked what I hated just shackled in the sand
And the stars stood witness with their eyes in my hand
Grey lightnings, innocence crying and the melting sounds
And priests burning flies, and the singing of the gods
Their lies in white and the rain on the Sun
All atoms all in one
Painting on the wall, just shining through
Let me fly like a bullet in a white cloak
And everything was falling from the trees
Heat and the freeze
And John Cleese with the teeth underneath
And the bubbles flew on and on
And I've just heard belief moving on
A wandering boy sitting on a chair
With a mandolin
Playing quietly and clearly
Little sister's song
In the pain, in the past
In the power of the last tone
Singing in my head
In the garden of the Eden
And I got wings and I flew over rooftops blue
Like the Moon was greeting me, leading me
Heaven was falling, endless dawning
Light and darkness, sleeping morning
And I stood in my heart just still
Like a will being ocean chilled
Like a light and heating, pulsing and breathing
The riverside drive and the universe deep
I saw melancholy cloud, he was same like last week
Empty can, shadow and a vampire,
Fairy white and black like rain
She has turned into an elephant
A rose flying away to the sky
Flying away to the stars
Flying away with the angels
To the garden of the miracles
In the heart
In the garden of the Eden
In the pain in the past…