Those ruins of tomorrow
Could they make me hollow?
On the wings of hope this day,
Swinging from the blue skies…
the flight of despair stuck in the cries.
Teased by the winds,
Pushed by the blinds,
Waking up to find me where I was,
When I was looking at that tree
The purple haze surrounding me.
Warped in the maze, way past the breaker,
Met my good old friend, the timeshaker.
Heading back to that tree,
Good bye Alice!
For it’s the rain today
That makes me flow this way…