I dance around without a care
With dandelions in my hair...

Sleeping here like the dead
Wishing I were alive...

Be careful of the stones you throw
When your throne is made of glass...

We are like
A skyscraper...

We are like
An avalanche...

We are like
An epiphany...

it's a burning hole
in my peripheral...

You're like an epiphany
A shooting star in my night sky...

Vision
What's in a vision...

Sometimes I get so high
I look to the sky...

Buzzing through the willow trees
Ever does the wind bellow free...

Pain is a force to be reckoned
It tries to steal every piece...