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