You're under the morning skies
Exposed between two shocking stars
Nothing about that clock, back on the wall
You're between two shocking stars
I'm singing and playing my song
And turning glue that also
Removing posters from the bottom
Of a brain and a dream star
I channel the orange dream
Whispering intuition
I seal the people of ever dance
With the resonance showing of the tournament
I am guided by the power of vision
I am guided and I teach you
Who are the boys that stretchen my design
I'm asking but I'm wasting time
I've head the music, sweet song of blues
It looks like when you're scratching strings
I'm singing and playing my song
And turning glue that also
Removing posters from the bottom
Of a brain and a dream star
