The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill - The Beatles

A song alone met daytime
And changed it’s mind
Opening pupils to the seventh sense of
Your pen spewing geometric shapes on skin
Or skin below shapes
Meeting shadows with understanding as
Now monsters aren’t so scary
Now avalanches form your fingertips and
Now statues know more than you
Now music falls deeper inside of your head
Now metal tastes your tongue
Now that already happened
Or will it?
Now, now
Stars are made from you, everything is made of thought
And that’s okay, you are god
But you don’t really believe that, who cares if you do?
Let your lungs breathe life into the world, your mind
Let yourself sink
Let yourself fly
Let yourself think
Let yourself die