Here we are, a final moment Found inside a wood guitar That splits the seams wide open But oh, 'cause I know who you are You paint the doors and walls And listen for the bell-chime calls And life is nothing more at all Than tea-cup drips and bouncing balls And oh, it's real and never fading I'll listen to the strings you strum And all the words you're saying now Oh, sing a song, a song with feeling That sounds best when you've hit the bong And concludes a deeper meaning But oh, because I know sometimes All the thoughts can sometimes hit Confusion as the record skips But who needs fools to think you're hip When all the world is full of sh** And oh, I hear the tunes you're playing It splits inside the summer sky It's softly cascading on