Listen to me, little
One is all you are
And all you need to be
Just dive inside your mind to see
This divinity is convenient and free
Just remember to breathe

Are you on a quest to find
Your own small piece of peace of mind
I can tell you what's your place
In the play that time creates
Are you ready?
Here it comes;
Your place in the world is now

Now no clown can go outside the flow
Flowers fly on the unhindered sky

And if you get scared
I've got a mighty offer
In a few measly hours the chopper will
GET TO THE CHOPPA
Is it too, like, much to ask
A person like yourself
To lose the self
You don't need it anyway
No way

Basking in the glory of the
Corner of his eye
Patch-day's been delayed
and people are still quite insane
Asylum Earth's about to give birth
To a conscious thought
Of the self-aware nature's
Flooding into our mind's eye
Time - say - bye
Time moves by
Bye mind

Riding in the house of swans
It's really.
really?
really.
really hard to find one's way between the
silly
nilly
hillbilly-billie-
(he)'s a splendid coach for this
I'm running out of words to
Describe the magic workings of the
everyday life of the dumb

Monkeylord of the Christmas Town
In the very South of here
It's very, very cold in there
What?

If you still don't know your place
Even though it's staring at your face
And the door is open for you
Door is open for you
Something just flew in
Something just flew
Something just
Something
Thing
What?