Philip

It must've been raining

The world's all cleaned up

A breeze goes by

We are in the sky

Yea the branches of noise are overgrowing

And the sky gets darker

But you can forget about the roulette spinning in that stronghold

And the scene you are seeing through its loophole

After duels to produce another fiction

The question is “So who won?”

And then “Won what?”

But I'm out I'll cut down the stem of fear not to win or lose

But it's for us to be at a stream

All day looking at its surface where many rings are widening

As we throw in little stones

They sink below be unknown be in silence

It's almost scientific

This balance's called peace

The rings are gently touching people near us

And the people are throwing stones in for other people near'em

See? you don't have to wait up

Go to sleep

It must've been raining

The world's all cleaned up

A breeze goes by

We are in the sky

It must've been raining

The world's all cleaned up

A breeze goes by

We are in the sky

The water seems cooler the fruits seem sweeter

And the breeze feels lighter

You may be thinking they changed

Uh uh

It's you who turned them upside down

That liberty in you flipped inside out and came out

Now the branches of noise are all covered with greens

And the breezes are swayin'em

The fruits are dropping at their feet

After the duels to produce another fiction

That may have created more deaths of privation

It can't get any darker

I've been trimming the plants by the stream

Where a soldier rested

It was long ago

He was all wet he was so worn out

Because he'd fully shed his blood

So he took the arms and clothes off

Threw'em away at the foot of tree for the takeoff

Flew up against gravity

Just as the morning sun he burns and goes above

It must've been raining

The world's all cleaned up

A breeze goes by

We are in the sky

It must've been raining

The world's all cleaned up

A breeze goes by

We are in the sky

Yea I was resurrected

My mind disconnected the feet from the ground

And I passed through the storm

After enduring massacre overtaken by noise

And chaos pathos oozing outta loophole

Overdosing on the stories I'd metamorphosed into Hades

Thoroughbreds crossbreds had repeated the duels

Till the storm abated and its eye appeared upon me

It looked at me after we'd fully shed our blood

Ah that calmness a hope

To a big hole in the sky I flew up at top speed

And reached the black space with no ups or downs

Nor was the wind blowing

So I finally dismantled my wings

It's just an old story

Time to go back now

Hey morning has broken and roll the drops of dew

The world's all cleaned up

Go Philip as you like

It's all fine

It must've been raining

The world's all cleaned up

A breeze goes by

We are in the sky

It must've been raining

The world's all cleaned up

A breeze goes by

We are in the sky