A thousand colourful shadows dancing round my head,
Rejoicing to, the awakening of the dead,
Dancing to the beat of a skinless drum,
While the deaf man sings, along with the dumb.
Ten tin soldiers they mime in tune
With three madmen waiting for a full moon
The hounds and the huntsmen chased by the fox
Ten thousand words in a cardboard box
There he goes on another voyage of his own delusion
Never knowing where the next thought will take him
