Once on a windy day
I would see the clouds floating past my window
And as they would drift away, so my life begins
Far from an eagle's grasp
A score of winds swamp the furnished meadow
To dream on a lonely past, someone's life begins
Don't stop me looking everywhere
There's nothing in your head, and you're not aware
You're nothing, any way you look
And you know about the lies in your head
You want to know that you have these things in your head
Seen through an open mind
The worlds I thought very deep in all men
I'm lying here passing time, on what lies within
Don't stop me looking everywhere
There's nothing in your head, and you're not aware
You're nothing, any way you look
And you know about the lies in your head
You want to know that you have these things in your head