Thoughtforms - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Come on, little man, now that all's said and done

All that I'm asking is you show me some fun

I need purple views and scenic greens

They can make me soar and touch extremes

I just fell down from whitest skies

And now I start to realise

And all the colours talk to me

And if I had wings then I could take you in

I'd stay on the ground and I could teach you things

The grass is strewn with blades of gold

These sights and songs I have been told

All hopes desires that seem to sing

Come on, little man, now your time's nearly through

Colours are dripping down red and blue

I'm standing in the middle of a great glass ball

I'm told that I've nothing but I'm having it all

I just rose up from blackest seas

My eyes were opened so widely

And it's a shame to end this way