He’s an imaginary man, who lives inside of my dreams. He smokes grass in
That flower is pretty, so follow the sun as long as it takes
The apple wishes to stop pushing, but the apple doesn’t know how to stop
All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
I think the ceiling should be swept a little, and kangaroos
Don’t waste your juice box, Mr. Turtle. Turn around and face the
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
I had a dream where I looked into a magic mirror and saw
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
Jack never wanted to take the world by force, but sadly that was the only
I hear a girl whisper, when I’m lying in my bed. She talks about
The dog doesn’t want to be in love with the cherry.