I am laying down and feel the world so innocent . 

And I think about it real hard - 

 

Hands ... why are they not leaving ? 

And I think about it , 

keep my feet on the play , 

feel floating fragments , but the world is so innocent - 

turn around . ( turn around . turn around )

Talk , 

until I think about it real hard ... ...

A sky full of infinite - you know why I write in lines ? 

What else, what else ... ... ... 

 

The significance filled by innocence ... the situation sticky ...

But the world is real hard -

so that I bounce back

- we bounce back -