Smoke the grass, they say its always brighter
Your spirits in a bubble but floating away, lighter
And it gets the flame burning bright
So you can see the sounds and hear the sights
Don't you know its all around you, inside and out
It's all there, I know cos I've been about,
Traveling, through my mind
So open up and let it unwind
Exhaled through the cracks in this smokescreen
That makes the moon in the black reflect upstream
And ricochet through the haze of this daydream
Pure freedom held in our hand
But is that really free, I don't understand.
Or maybe I do, I don't know... Do you?
