Days Of Yellow Saffron.
Nights With Purple Skies.
Melting In The Sunbeams
From My Maker's Eyes.

Mountain-colored Lilac
In The Distant Haze.
I Would Like To Lie Here,
Timing All My Days

Move Past My Window,
Sunshine Is Shimmering
Jack-o-lanterns Glimmering,
Giant Moths Are Flickering Around.

See, The Moon Is Hiding
Underneath The Sea.
Pretty Soon He'll Venture
To Take A Look At Me.

So I Humbly Stand Here
Beneath His Golden Glow.
Doesn't He Remind Me
Of Somebody I Know?

I Must Be Leaving,
Back To Reality.
Don't You Just Pity Me?
I Could So Easily Stay Here.