| He shows disdain for all this world |
| Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high |
| What’s in his head’s made of fantasies |
| Celestial bodies, all kinda stars |
| In a different time he’d fly, leave his petty life behind |
| Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy — and |
| Gape in awe at the burning sun |
| A tangled mesh, insane, divine |
| Near infinite mighty source |
| Of a day not bound to end |
| Spends his days on a cloud it seems |
| Go and nudge him, ask what it’s like |
| He’d smile and turn, as if tantalized |
| Concealing something, ain’t there for real |
| His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true |
| Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and |
| Gape in awe at the burning sun |
| A tangled mesh, insane, divine |
| Near infinite mighty source |
| Of a day not bound to end |
| Gape in awe at the burning sun |
| A tangled mesh, insane, divine |
| Near infinite mighty source |
| Of a day not bound to end |
| Gape in awe at the burning sun |
| A tangled mesh, insane, divine |
| Near infinite mighty source |
| Of a day not bound |
| A day not bound |
| A day not bound to end |