In a puff of smoke

I leave reality to those still kept prisoner. 

Tell me your thoughts so loud I can feel their strength through your silent lips. 

Expression, unforgotten face. 

Hold out your hand, tell me everything and how you know.  

I'd like to follow you into your heart, I'd like to follow you into your heart.

Could it be, maybe this could be a fat chance,

could this be maybe ending up staying a fat chance, brave soul that you are?

Revolving marbles spinning in a cone around and down,

and down, picking up stray particles off the ground,

maternal reaching under sand and stone,

around and down and down,

each because of stray particles off the ground.

Florescent lamp post dangling way to hide.

Try taking off your noisy lip, rest it on a pillow soaked in melted wax,

little left to offer you, little left to see...

clutching silly novels, just to recall a Chinese figurine. 

Try taking off your noisy lip, rest it on a pillow soaked in melted wax. 

Halfway knowing all the angles,

tiny hiddens under your hand, see no strings!!  

Always cover all your angles.

That turtle could be a rock, in disguise, fooling everyone. 

Only the Indians know how to tell, they're so smart,

they touch the dirt and feel it move. 

That excites me, that's exciting to me...

that excites me, that makes me think. 

Oh, yeah, I remember being young and wanting to be a cheetah,

cause they're so fast and strong,

with only meat on their bones,

watch them sometime if you get a chance.

That makes me wish I was somewhere else,

thinking someone else's thoughts and not hollering from inside a deep well,

hollering from inside a deep well, the echo is big in here, well...hello! 

Four brothers, in the back yard, in the fort house. 

One on the roof, and two in the door,

for some reason they're all wet. 

Long leg with tennis shoe, confounded dirty hands. 

Dan's got red in his hand and Mike is looking far away, it's so green,

such a smile in a moment of calm, accidental calm...

Dan the Man, Mike the Bike, Tom the Bomb and Josh know!

The south is their home, in a bamboo forest of sugarcane,

one on the roof and two in the door, it's so green.

That reminds me I'm inviting you,

that reminds me to invite you into a deep well,

hollering from inside a deep well. 

Cause I was somewhere else,

thinking someone else's thoughts and not hollering... 

Leaving quiet, leisurely, explain this one in your sleep, please. 

Fly by arriving, smack dab between knife and plate,

deal with me, pine beg and plead with me. 

Dog carriages pulled by an angry young man, 

hi Jungle Jim, hi,

plead with me, pine beg and plead with me. 

Bottle rocket through the air, bye bye...  

Time comes essential, dressed in a heavy cloak,

weightless Armour, shielded in tenderness...never mind. 

Initial mode, ovation clicks in,

guided by your mind and drive,

try and stop from staring alone, brave soul that you are,

see how easily the box get mixed up? this one doesn't fit into that square,

could this be, this could be about the only one!

But that would be a fat chance, close to the one ending up being a fat chance,

brave soul that you are...

Spellbinding sight, much to a heart,

to see fifty to sixty thousand clouds,

capturing a set of eyes, that squint from the bright, white light...

let's all move from sight to sound...

Ear piercing sound, rumble and rain begins,

falling down, much to behold, so let's all move from side to side,

drunk up with sight and sound...Eureka, Eureka!

Repel across the lines,

breaking down the elements that are inside your mind.

Possible maybe, definite might,

most likely never;

probably so, definite might,

almost, I promise...

I'd like to see you try to zigzag out of this world!