He shows disdain for all this world

Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high

What's in his head's made of fantasies

Celestial bodies, all kinda stars

In a different time he'd fly, leave his pretty life behind

Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy - and

Gape in awe at the burning sun

A tangled mesh, insane, divine

Near infinite mighty source

Of a day not bound to end

Spends his days on a cloud it seems

Go and nudge him, ask what it's like

He'd smile and turn, as if tantalized

Concealing something, ain't there for real

His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true

Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and

Gape in awe at the burning sun

A tangled mesh, insane, divine

Near infinite mighty source

Of a day not bound to end

Gape in awe at the burning sun

A tangled mesh, insane, divine

Near infinite mighty source

Of a day not bound to end

Gape in awe at the burning sun

A tangled mesh, insane, divine

Near infinite mighty source

Of a day not bound

A day not bound

A day not bound to end