leap on down into the treesnbrush against the glowing leavesnislands floating in the skynwith sails like moons leading menall of this happened so fastnto feel your breath knocked out of menislands floating in the streetnthe street will lead us to the seann-get over you-nni try to carry my sweet love with menbut oh! his mind is making food for wormsnand only he remembers the sweet parts of menthey're the ones i can't recall