Hamlet

Little tiny wonder, always sitting under

Gutters and a tree branch too

The world in your eyes, a song in the skies

And colors, red and blue

Colors, colors - you make me feel that way

Colors, colors - the world can be that way

Always go to bed late, never really sleep great

Never really wake up new

With wind in your breast, and branch in your nest

You’ve got it made, don’t you?

Flying, you’re flying - you make me feel that way

Flying, you’re flying - the world can be that way

Peering outside my hamlet, wanting to feel that way

Practice a song, I hammer it

Practicing for that day

Mad and attacking the fact of it, mad at the certainty

It’s all in my head, it’s all what I read

It’s someone close to me

Flying, you’re flying - you make me feel that way

Flying, you’re flying - the world can be that way