Sample #3 / Mastermind
I can’t see straight

It’s time, time to race
Into the greenish sun
The clouds are blue
The rain pours down
in sheets of purplish gold

And she standing there
Eyes of peach, lightning hair
A goddess of my own
Helpless I hand her my soul

It’s necessary
It’s necessary that you see
That you see this
You can see this is the way
The way it should be
It should be much better than this
Can’t get better than this though
Then this is as good
As good as gets
It gets to fool you
Fool you into thinking it was necessary
But not necessarily, she is a very good climb

The insanity levels you into a mindfield of clouds
As you catapult over them all to the grand open scheme of the sky

I’m down to see you
I’m down to see if
I’m working to get with the master of her mind
I’d like to see if
If you could teach me
If you could show me all the mysteries inside
I’m down to see you
I’m down to see if
I’m working to get with the master of her mind
I’d like to see if
If you could teach me
If you could show me all the mysteries inside

She’s like confusion
I like confusion when it’s her
It’s her that makes me
Makes me hot under the collar and
And i could just die
Could just die when she whispers
She whispers sweetly
Tells a story bout a place
Where there are colors
Colors more vivid than a person could ever believe
Believe me when i tell ya mister
She is not a liar or a thief
I saw her sunday
On sunday she wears flowers on her dress
On such a funday like sunday such a funday
Like monday or tuesday etcetera
With her they’re all the same fun way

The insanity levels you into a mindfield of clouds
As you catapult over them all to the grand open scheme of the sky

I’m down to see you
I’m down to see if
I’m working to get with the master of her mind
I’d like to see if
If you could teach me
If you could show me all the mysteries inside
I’m down to see you
I’m down to see if
I’m working to get with the master of her mind
I’d like to see if
If you could teach me
If you could show me all the mysteries inside

It’s time, time to race
Into the greenish sun
The clouds are blue
The rain pours down
in sheets of purplish gold

As she lay in bed
Thumb in mouth
Dream in head
I run my fingers through
Her hair of lightning and gold