It's time to brood  Put up the walls of sound  And practice all the finer points  Of falling down    I'll put aside  The calculated eyes  The even tempered smile  Diffuse again    Given time to discuss these points with  Outside help I could still these friends in my  Heading out to the trees I see myself    I hide in green  Recall the faded dreams  Collide my scope divides  And leaves the team    Beyond the veil  I watch the line extend  A helping hand withdraws  The line again    Given time to discuss these points with  Outside help I could still these friends in my  Heading out to the trees I see myself    Is that an angel on it's side  Next to the postman drifting by  I once had a dream that I could fly  Into the trees    It's time to brood  Put up the walls of sound  And practice all the finer points  Of falling down    I'll put aside  The calculated eyes  The even tempered smile  Collapse again