Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch
There's something inside that
Doctor Livingston, I presume
Stepping out of the jungle gloom
Into the
Walking through that door
Outside we came nowhere at all
Perhaps the
Walking through that door
Outside we came nowhere at all
Perhaps the
The rain is on the roof
Hurry high butterfly
As clouds roll
The curtain rises on the scene,With someone chanting to be
And you can fly, high as a kite if you
This garden universe vibrates complete
Some may get a sound so
The sounds in my mind just come to me, come
Bluebird flying high, tell me what you sing.If you could
