It must've been raining The world's all cleaned up A breeze goes by We are in the sky
Yea, the branches of noise are overgrowing, and the sky gets darker... But you can forget about the roulette spinning in that stronghold, and the scene you are seeing through its loophole
After duels to produce another fiction, the question is "So, who won?" and then, "Won what?" But I'm out, I'll cut down the stem of fear not to win or lose But It's for us to be at a stream- All day looking at its surface where many rings are widening, as we throw in little stones They sink below, be unknown, be in silence It's almost scientific This balance's called peace!
The rings are gently touching people near us, and the people are throwing stones in for other people near'em
See? you don't have to wait up Go to sleep
It must've been raining The world's all cleaned up A breeze goes by We are in the sky
The water seems cooler, the fruits seem sweeter, and the breeze feels lighter You may be thinking they changed-uh uh It's you who turned them upside down That liberty in you flipped inside out and came out!
Now the branches of noise are all covered with greens, and the breezes are swayin'em; the fruits are dropping at their feet (after the duels to produce another fiction that may have created more deaths of privation)
It can't get any darker I've been trimming the plants by the stream where a soldier rested-it was long ago He was all wet, he was so worn out because he'd fully shed his blood! So, he took the arms and clothes off, threw'em away at the foot of tree for the takeoff, flew up against gravity Just as the morning sun, he burns and goes above
It must've been raining The world's all cleaned up A breeze goes by We are in the sky
Yea, I was resurrected! My mind disconnected the feet from the ground, and I passed through the storm after enduring massacre, overtaken by noise and chaos, pathos oozing outta loophole! Overdosing on the stories, I'd metamorphosed into Hades Thoroughbreds, crossbreds had repeated the duels Till the storm abated, and its eye appeared upon me It looked at me after we'd fully shed our blood
Ah that calmness! A hope! To a big hole in the sky, I flew up at top speed and reached the black space with no ups or downs Nor was the wind blowing So I finally dismantled my wings; It's just an old story
Time to go back now
Hey, morning has broken and roll the drops of dew The world's all cleaned up Go Philip as you like It's all fine
It must've been raining The world's all cleaned up A breeze goes by We are in the sky
