I'm all alone in a place I have never been. I see a door to a garden and wander in. And though my journey has barely begun I am spun like a top to the top of the universe and High in a spiral of ice I gaze upon a scene That flickers far below me. And what I see is a crinkle of colors and sounds. Colors and sounds.
I can hear tinkles of crystal And I can see sparkles of mist on the spangles And I can feel tangles of tingles and sprinklings of angles And inklings of angels around.
A rabbit crosses my path unexpectedly. I hear a sigh of despair as he passes me. I have a feeling that rabbit is late For wherever he's going whatever he's headed for is my destination Oh, show me the way to stay here in this world Because here's where the right things happen Oh baby here's where the good things are
Looking at this enormous butterfly Wondering if he cares to dance with me Delicate as a flower carved of chrysophrase Idly i ponder how far have I yet to find it I've got to find it and act as though i've lost it Otherwise i'm lost in wonderland
I've got to find it or else I am bound To the empty ground bleak and vast. Where dark spells are cast.
Flooring above me and ceiling below me And chandeliers rising like tremulous towers And tables and chairs and beds hanging like blossoms In turquoise and purple and green.
You were asleep so I guess you were not aware, I took a walk through your mind and I lingered there. But what I found I can never reveal to you Not with my words nor the pitch of my flute recall it. You'll simply have to come walking with me One day into that wonderland shining behind your eyes, Beyond the gossamer doors of sleep. Lovely, lovely sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
