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 wise before their time

My time, Your time, All time

My time, Your time, All time

[Chorus]

Overground in joy

In clouds sunlit, snow untouched

Make pure silhouette, catches steam grass and dew

Rays not harm the upward gaze

Rhythm to your right rhyme the other side

Expression outside and poetry inside

Pleasure to your touch, taste of heaven on your mind

And colours before your very eyes