I'm all alone in a place I have never been.I see a door to a garden and wander in.And though my journey has barely begunI am spun like a top to the top of the universe andHigh in a spiral of ice I gaze upon a sceneThat flickers far below me.And what I see is a crinkle of colors and sounds.Colors and sounds.
I can hear tinkles of crystalAnd I can see sparkles of mist on the spanglesAnd I can feel tangles of tingles and sprinklings of anglesAnd inklings of angels around.
A rabbit crosses my path unexpectedly.I hear a sigh of despair as he passes me.I have a feeling that rabbit is lateFor wherever he's going whatever he's headed for is my destinationOh, show me the way to stay here in this worldBecause here's where the right things happenOh baby here's where the good things are
Looking at this enormous butterflyWondering if he cares to dance with meDelicate as a flower carved of chrysophraseIdly i ponder how far have I yet to find itI've got to find it and act as though i've lost itOtherwise i'm lost in wonderland
I've got to find it or else I am boundTo the empty ground bleak and vast.Where dark spells are cast.
Flooring above me and ceiling below meAnd chandeliers rising like tremulous towersAnd tables and chairs and beds hanging like blossomsIn turquoise and purple and green.
You were asleep so I guess you were not aware,I took a walk through your mind and I lingered there.But what I found I can never reveal to youNot with my words nor the pitch of my flute recall it.You'll simply have to come walking with meOne day into that wonderland shining behind your eyes,Beyond the gossamer doors of sleep.Lovely, lovely sleep