Paint a picture of the sky with a head held high

A depiction of the bottom of the sea with a broken heart

With an open eye, an image of a tall tall tree

An etching of the earth with the lights off (write the)

Song of a childhood giggle with the sun on the mind

The ballad of the widow with the blindfold tight

With an open eye, the anthem of a funny fox

A death dirge with a soul in a box

And so the point of the plot

A spot at the top can not be bought from a shop

When one is brought into the world

By a child without a sense of how to run itself

It really don't take too long a time

To find a life on the path to death

For living ain't life when a day is a night

And love ain't but a fantasy

It's a hard knock time with a noose tied tightly around your dreams

And again the point of the plot

A spot at the top can not be bought from a shop

To the children of the lifelong night

Your subtle cries have attained our ears

When all hope is lost in darkness may our song free you from fear

And so the point of the plot

A spot at the top is not anything more than a thought