I am not looking to find a pot of goldnI will paint you a picture that's inside my headnFirst I must carve out a placenPicture yourself carving out a place in a roomnNow look up there's the diamond ceilingnLook up now, this is what it sounds likennAround you is a solitude trilogynAnd glass slippers are on your feetnWhen I say gonYou'll here the solitude trilogy come in clearlynGonNow look down the glass slippers are on your feetnThis is what they sound like as they meetnNow walk in the self-eatersnTheir sound is much clearernHerenSo you sit down and start to think of ideas of the northnBut in walk the latecomersnThey back shuffle forwardsnTheir sound is weirdnnI am not looking to find a pot of goldnThe picture in my head is my rewardnGonnAround you is a solitude trilogynAnd glass slippers are on your feetnWhen I say gonYou'll here the solitude trilogy come in clearlynGonNow look down the glass slippers are on your feetnThis is what they sound like as they meetnNow walk in the self-eatersnTheir sound is much clearernHerenSo you sit down and start to think of ideas of the northnBut in walk the latecomersnThey back shuffle forwardsnTheir sound is weirdnnSee how easy to dream a scheme of sounds in your headnWe must dream on. We must dream onnYou see the pieces fall away from the outer shellnWe must dream on. We must dream onnnSo you see, I am not looking to find a pot of goldnThe picture in my head is my rewardnThe picture in my head is my rewardnGo