The shapes are raining down
Like shards of sky
And fragments of a better life
The people running round
With rainbow skulls
Each one contains a separate world
It is the strangest world
We're living in
And though we feel like giving in
It's a beautiful dream
The days are falling down
Falling behind
And we pretend we've so much time
To be who we will be
When all our tasks
Are packed away, labelled and wrapped
These are the strangest worlds
That we are in
And though we feel like giving in
It's a beautiful dream
It's a beautiful dream
It's a beautiful dream
It's a beautiful dream
