If I changed crows' feet into nightingales feet
and varicose veins into coral greet
If I changed baldness into full moon
and corpulence into flying balloon
This world would sound much better.
This world would sound far better.
A word is only a little bird, flying through ears without being heard
A word is only a blow of air, blowing through rooms helplessly bare.
It's just a game of words.
Let's search for the hidden dimension.