I write words for tomorrow that is nonsense today

I root out all the flowers and I throw them away

And the good looking women they just say

Blessed are all the madmen

Songs are born in the darkness and they die in the light

They’re accusing the children ‘cause they don’t sleep at night

And the voice of the doctor don’t sound right

Blessed are all the madmen

Birds with soul men with wings

Eating fire drinking rain

The one who finds what this means

He will never cry

Every girl lost in time is a cloud in the sky

Strong enough to destroy to create and to fly

The advice of the mother was just a lie

Blessed are all the madmen

I write words for tomorrow that is nonsense today

I root out all the flowers and I throw them away

And the good looking women they just say

Blessed are all the madmen