I Was Born In A Lovely White

Birds Fly Over The Rainbow. Why Then, Oh, Why Can't I?

'twas Not My Lips You Kissed But My Soul.

I Think There's Something Peculiar About Me That I Haven't Died. It Doesn't Make Sense But I Refuse To Die.

We Cast Away Priceless Time In Dreams, Born Of Imagination, Fed Upon Illusion, And Put To Death By Reality.

Behind Every Cloud Is Another Cloud.