if I could save my time in a bottle babe
I would let it be there and go
through the doors of perception in the arms of granny
I would die for my lands of enlightenment and go

forget all those hopes all those dreams for a miracle
be happy when you feel an ant bite your nose

if I could return to the end of the utero
I would paint my whole flat red
just for the lovely kick of my friends eyes in red I would
laugh like suns in the morning, I would paint.

if I could learn to fly for ten shillings babe
I would reconstruct Icarus’ dream
buy one thousand candles and cut a young tree
fall down with the feeling of honey on my lips