Started out the same to Day Dreams 

afloat the Mothering Sky 

Peering out, miming hope with my face 

Float me high, hot air balloon 

To high, high to touch 

Hold it in (with old bookends) 

Well this hunting ground... 

Well it's all in the mind 

Tell her to speak to my soul 

Left the words of old behind 

In a book yellowing 

They won't calm the void nor paint T 

he She She, each page a universe with thoughts 

That Shine, Shine me; 

Calligraphy etched on the Sun, the Moon 

Tired wandering eyes... 

Hey, don't you know? 

Well it's all in the mind 

Tell her to speak to my soul 

Tell her to speak to my soul