What else is really to be said?After mountains collapse, seas go green,
And I wind up dead.
What else is to be said?
After wise men fight with fools, skies grey,
And generations are misled.
everything will be fine, if I can just agree with my minds eye
Everything, I pine, if I longed for sun could I have the sky?
everything will be fine, if I can just agree with my mind’s eye
take to the skies, leave my brain behind & maybe I’ll be happy
take the skies, leave the brain behind, maybe I’ll be happy