| I'm piled up high, the morning light | |
| A giant silver screen | |
| I'm waiting for my mind to land | |
| I'm living in a dream | |
| Yeah | |
| I'm a wizard, I got magic sticks | |
| I'm drinking liquid gold | |
| The taste of metal in my mouth | |
| Infected all my bones | |
| The light so bright, but when I close my eyes, it all explodes | |
| I'm piled up high, the morning light | |
| A giant silver screen | |
| I'm waiting for my mind to land | |
| I'm living in a dream | |
| Oh yeah | |
| I can't explain why colors fade | |
| And everything's a fuss | |
| I feel like I'm a winter's day | |
| And not a hippie had enough | |
| I'm piled up high, the morning light | |
| A giant silver screen | |
| I'm waiting for my mind to land | |
| I'm living in a dream | |
| I'm piled up high, the morning light | |
| And everything's unreal | |
| The wizard lost his magic sticks | |
| The wall turned into stone | |
| The taste of metal in his mouth | |
| And everything explodes | |
| I'm piled high, the morning light | |
| A giant silver screen | |
| I'm waiting for my mind to land | |
| 'Cause everything's unreal | |
| Oh yeah |