Empty room, tender bloom sighs

Man in moon, his cartoon lies

Only shadows for companions

So we'll pull some from the skies (From the skies)

But what I see when I look over the edge

Butterflies

(With a feather, you could bowl me over)

(With a feather, you could bowl me over)

You make him think there are no breaks in the ring

But when he wakes, he won't remember a thing

He'll be deaf and dumb and blind (He'll be dеaf and dumb and blind)

So curse your theories and your hеnchmen

The endless menace of your engine from behind

'Cause what I see when I look over the edge

Mystifies

(With a feather, you could bowl me over)

(With a feather, you could bowl me over)