Happiness is in the mind
Sight is in the mind's eye
Looking through time
Cutting open, a moment to see what's inside
The rose is in the mind
The thorn is in the mind's eye
To find the blind spot
It seems the ends aren't enough
The last thing I want
In this plane existence is
Not to float myself into it
As any bird might stop flying
In the wind, a hole is the dream
Living town is in the mind
The sun is in the mind's eye
On the edge of
The inside I look upon a field of my thoughts that I ended, they fall
Try to hide the light
There's a mini circle now
The last thing I want
In this plane of existence is
Not to float myself into it
As any bird might stop flying
In the wind, a hole is the dream
