listen to the leaves crashing under our feet brown like someone's grief when summer and winter meet im offering you now the present as a gift if you agree to follow me up above the lime tree take off with me in this day dream and soon you will forget those square green leaves in your pocket and free your thoughts from concrete you'll see that it's easy to think away from manufactured minds you can picture yourself in the craziest dream like catching a rainbow and stealing his colors to paint it back on each forehead and every door