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