(John Taylor) 

I'm the flame that burns beside your window pane. You blow me out. You don't give a damn goo. What do you do ?

I am the mind that feeds you lies every time. I am the mind that makes you disappear like glue. How do you do ?

One day, I'll fly over the trees. I'll get to feeling so good that I won't even ask me age.

Leave me alone. You know the game pay the price. Misinterering, I don't interfere with you. Leave to stew.

I'll come around I'll see the sun leave it up. I want to stay if I see anything. I want I'll say. How much for you ?

One day, I'll fly over the sea. I'll get to feeling so good that I won't even ask me my age.
One day, I'll fly over the beach. I'll get to feeling so good that you won't even ask me to reach.
One day, I'll fly overt the trees. I'll get to feeling so good that I won't even ask me my name.