Everything really is stupidly simple

And yet all around is utter confusion

Fairy tales written may help you to see it

Do you understand about Lewis's Alice?

We fit all our lives into regular patterns

All that we really know is that we're really living



(spoken:

The man that seeks the world, his wisdom seeks to know his mind

And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not

talk And have a friend to find

Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet

The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind

Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot

find

Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet)



We've nothing to hide so why try to hide it?

I know there are some but they're screwed up inside

If you need a reason for all this I'm singing

It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning