My mother was a princess - my father was a king
Spring, summer, autumn and winter to spring
Blackbirds singing I see God in all things
And as the earth spins it ends and begins again
My beauty is the simple – a cosmos sprays off a single stem
Turn men to kings, turn kings to men
In the blink of infinity so think again
What you think? I ain’t sure I ain’t mastered my thoughts
I’m staring at the stars laughing trying to ask them for more
Like the universe isn’t enough – nor’s infinity drugs
And I swore that I was giving it up
Quantum leap – Ziggy’s not watching me
What’d you mean? What’d you mean son? It’s simple as a crystal
Dynamic systems sinking through the blissful
Thimble full of ink to pour symbols in my ritual