A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for
Is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fractal on a breaking wall
I see you my friend
And touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we trip
But we're never gonna survive, unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive, unless
We are a little crazy
Yellow people walkin' through my head
One of them's got a gun
To shoot the other one
And yet together they were friends at school
But if all were there when we first took the pill
Then maybe, maybe
Miracles will happen as we speak
Behold, here come is the dreamer
What could become of his dreams?