The world turns black
and now I’m back
to where I was before.
Now I’m back
and I can hear
them knocking on my door.
So, I open up to colors
and close my ears to sound
‘cause my head is in the clouds
and my feet are off the ground.
I use my wings.
Way up way out,
the wicked world once was.
I can sing.
My mind sings songs
of red and green because
I open up to colors
and close my ears to sound
‘cause my head is in the clouds
and my feet are off the ground.
Why can’t they see I just
want to be me?
Why do they push me out?
Can’t they see my mind
is not a thing
and so I sing,
“Just let them scream!”
I can’t hear I’m
much too busy now.
Yes it seems
I just don’t care,
I’m by myself somehow
when I open up to colors
and close my ears to sound
‘cause my head is in the clouds
and my feet are off the ground.
Why can’t they see I just
want to be me?
Why do they push me out?
Can’t they see my mind
is not a thing
and so I sing,
“Just let them scream!”
I can’t hear I’m
much too busy now.
Yes it seems
I just don’t care,
I’m by myself somehow
when I open up to colors
and close my ears to sound
‘cause my head is in the clouds
and my feet are off the ground.
I open up to colors
and close my ears to sound.
I open up to colors
and close my ears to sound.
My head is in the clouds
and my feet are of the ground.
