Outside, beyond the world that we've invented.
Within, inside the space that's unfrequented,
Walk angels describing patterns of their own,
And we think we are alone.
Fantasy head, beyond the world of mathematics,
Your figures revolve in a chaos so ecstatic.
Look into my eyes - is there a logic inside my pupils ?
Prey for my soul, I am beside my self with scruples.
Don't purr, you'll put me off my concentration.
Don't eat my head, until I've done the preparation.
I've faced the facts, now I must analyse the data.
And spout out stuff, neither inventor nor creator.
By night, behind the nothing of the sky.
By day, under the burning of the eye,
Lay visions that are screaming to be seen,
But we, we always think that it's a dream.