Floating

everybody wants their fill

in this petty pace

measured out in syllables

like a twisted trace

i know how this used to go

before we called it friends

this is what the prophet called

Birnam’s dividends

ooo whoa

i can see the highlights

i can see the credible

i can see it all

i wanna be floating

alone on our little cloud

high above the sound and fury

never bring me down