Thoughtforms

Come on little man now all's said and done All that I'm asking is you show me some fun I need purple veins and scenic greens They can make me soar and touch extremes

I just fell down from whitest skies And now I start to realise And all the colours talk to me

And if I had wings then I could take you in I'd stay on the ground and I could teach you things The grass is strewn with blades of gold These sights and songs I have been told All hopes desires that seem to sing

Come on little man now you're times nearly through Colours are dripping down red and blue I'm standing in the middle of a great glass ball I'm told that I've nothing but I'm having it all

I just rose up from blackest seas My eyes were opened so widely And it's a shame to end this way