Reflecting on what's been   Though past will be future   When again yesterday to be made      For me hazy times fume all around   Burning grass in a field of endless supplies   Tall people casting shadows on the short   Little people running circles round the wide      Lazy times waste it well   What better to do with my mind!   Crazy times no rhythm too hard   Deep corners and people with my time      Chorus :      Overground in joy in clouds sunlit   Snow untouched make pure silhouette   Catches steam grass and dew   Rays not harm the upward gaze      Hosts bring out a game of openfields on the box   Watch the guests who bring the heat of outside   Flags of faith for boundaries to fight   The young so so wise before their time   My time your time all time   My time your time all time      Repeat Chorus      Rhythm to your right rhythm the other side   Expression outside and poetry inside   Pleasure to your touch   Taste of heaven on your mind   And colours before your very eyes