He shows disdain for all this world
Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high
What's in his head's made of fantasies
Celestial bodies, all kinda starsIn a different time he'd fly, leave his pretty life behind
Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy - andGape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound to endSpends his days on a cloud it seems
Go and nudge him, ask what it's like
He'd smile and turn, as if tantalized
Concealing something, ain't there for realHis illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true
Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel andGape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound to endSoloGape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound to endGape in awe at the burning sun
A tangled mesh, insane, divine
Near infinite mighty source
Of a day not bound
A day not bound
A day not bound to end