It must've been raining
The world's all cleaned up
A breeze goes by
We are in the sky
Yea, the branches of noise are overgrowing,
and the sky gets darker...
But you can forget about the roulette spinning in that stronghold,
and the scene you are seeing through its loophole
After duels to produce another fiction,
the question is "So, who won?" and then, "Won what?"
But I'm out, I'll cut down the stem of fear not to win or lose
But It's for us to be at a stream ―
All day looking at its surface where many rings are widening,
as we throw in little stones
They sink below, be unknown, be in silence
It's almost scientific
This balance's called peace!
The rings are gently touching people near us,
and the people are throwing stones in for other people near'em
See? you don't have to wait up
Go to sleep
It must've been raining
The world's all cleaned up
A breeze goes by
We are in the sky
The water seems cooler, the fruits seem sweeter,
and the breeze feels lighter
You may be thinking they changed ― uh uh
It's you who turned them upside down
That liberty in you flipped inside out and came out!
Now the branches of noise are all covered with greens,
and the breezes are swayin'em; the fruits are dropping at their feet
(after the duels to produce another fiction
that may have created more deaths of privation)
It can't get any darker
I've been trimming the plants by the stream
where a soldier rested ― it was long ago
He was all wet, he was so worn out
because he'd fully shed his blood!
So, he took the arms and clothes off,
threw'em away at the foot of tree for the takeoff,
flew up against gravity
Just as the morning sun, he burns and goes above
It must've been raining
The world's all cleaned up
A breeze goes by
We are in the sky
Yea, I was resurrected!
My mind disconnected the feet from the ground,
and I passed through the storm
after enduring massacre, overtaken by noise
and chaos, pathos oozing outta loophole!
Overdosing on the stories, I'd metamorphosed into Hades
Thoroughbreds, crossbreds had repeated the duels
Till the storm abated, and its eye appeared upon me
It looked at me after we'd fully shed our blood
Ah that calmness! A hope!
To a big hole in the sky, I flew up at top speed
and reached the black space with no ups or downs
Nor was the wind blowing
So I finally dismantled my wings;
It's just an old story
Time to go back now
Hey, morning has broken and roll the drops of dew
The world's all cleaned up
Go Philip as you like
It's all fine
It must've been raining
The world's all cleaned up
A breeze goes by
We are in the sky
