And all that we are, is a conscience behind a causeLike gears and cogsAnd nothing is real, at least not the way I feelA mile-less wheelYou wouldn't know if it hit you in the headIf it hit you in the place which it hurts bestYou wouldn't know what weighs upon my mindWhat keeps me satisfiedI'm floating in a dream, in a psychedelic sceneAnd all I want to do is run away unseenAnd laughing in the rain, is easy to claimWhen you're insideYou wouldn't know, and it only goes to showWe faded like an image made of smokeAnd it seems frozen in time, happy and blindI'm floating in a dream, in a psychedelic sceneAnd all I want to do is run away unseenAnd laughing in the rain, is easy to claimWhen you're inside...Waking the dead heads that sleep in the lightFollow your instincts that guide you alongTo where doesn't matter as long as you're goneWalking through meadows that carry my feetFocused my eyes on the wind in the trees, and leaves...Follow your daydreams that come to beAnd I will see you again, follow your every whimWho guides the wind?You wouldn't know what matters more than timeWhat matters more than racing through our livesAs we drift further alongWatching the skiesI'm floating in a dream, in a psychedelic sceneAnd all I want to do is run away unseenAnd laughing in the rain, is easy to blameWhen you are ...Walking through meadows that carry our feetFocused our eyes on the wind in the treesWatching the river that flows through the fieldsSitting by evenings where everything yields, and diesWatching it all go by, who loves the sky?And I will see you again, follow your every whim, whoguides the wind?And I will be by your side, watching it all go byWho loves the sky?
Lyrics by Telepathic Butterflies