We see him dancing in the morning
Stars depart the yawning sky
Hell take the hour that is passing
And leave it in his lovers eye
And if you want hell make it seem
As though youre walking in his dream
A mystic sea
We hear him laughing in the shadows
As he smuggles in the sand
Hes found another kind of color
In the magic he has donned
And if you want hell take the time
To ask the sun and moon to rhyme
And then combine
He draws no lines between what hes imagining
