Cold sunlight shines through stained glass
Drifting trees cut through morning sky
The time has come to float
Back into the rolling blue
Valleys and meadows
Forest left to wander through
Cerebral splash
The time has come to float
Back into the rolling blue
Valleys and meadows
Rolling hills to wander through
Swirling synapse
At times I find I float
Back into the rolling blue
Valleys and meadows
Forest left to wander through
Cerebral splash
This time I find I float
Back into the rolling blue
Valleys and meadows
Rolling hills to wander through
To wander through
The rolling blue
To wander through
The rolling blue
To wander through
The rolling blue
To wander through
The rolling blue
To wander through