I walk on, on half made roads,
I stop and stare at the sights beyond my eye.
Beetles warp around the bricks on the sand,
the moon is not quite bright, in the shadow of my sun.

I fly through lands of talking trees,
I walk on water and dance with the light.
Something rings a song, far away on the sea,
feelings half baked live and rule, in the sunshine of my life.