Le Zad fell on my plate
Le Zad never leaves me on a date
Le Zad is never late
Le Zad is obsulate
I fly up up up into an orange peeled sky
And when I dream I fall, into soft pillowy beds, with warm arms around me
I cry a thousand tears and then those tears they fall like dreams, and turn into streams, that travel through mountains, and come to rest in great beds, of joy.
I fall like a soaring plane plummeting into an apple tree.
And then i fly once more.
I fly, so high I almost touch the sky
Can I get my feet back on the ground?
Please tell me I’ve forgotten why
We pass, all beauty in the world
Running after things that never last
failing to see what’s in our grasp (beat)