Reflecting on what's been 

Though past will be future 

When again yesterday to be made



For me hazy times fume all around

Burning grass in a field of endless supplies

Tall people casting shadows on the short

Little people running circles round the wide



Lazy times waste it well

What better to do with my mind !

Crazy times no rhythm too hard

Deep corners and people with my time



Chorus 



Overground in joy in clouds sunlit

Snow untouched make pure silhouette

Catches steam grass and dew

Rays not harm the upward gaze



Hosts bring out a game of openfields on the box

Watch the guests who bring the heat of outside

Flags of faith for boundaries to fight

The young so wise before their time

My time your time all time

My time yout time all time



Repeat Chorus



Rhythm to your right rhythm the other side

Expression outside and poetry inside 

Pleasure to your touch

Taste of heaven on your mind

And colours before your very eyes