As you march
I dance a waltz
god is real 
but the world is false

i've spun and twirled
around and round
and dug a home 
inside the ground

and now i know 
as it's getting late
i wanna lay down 
but i sit up straight

at the graffiti graveyard
the other day
i got on my knees
and begun to pray 

and all the images 
before my eyes
started to drift
out up to the skies

and the sky contained
purple and red
And then it all vanished
But was still in my head

now I’m back at home
With what I took from outside
it’s a little well to draw from
As I sit and hide