Prettily - but soon I'll have to go,
A picture-change that I'm not supposed to know;
All the flowers in my garden grow
Watch the days there're down in bestowed

I don't come here now
Now I don't come here.
I can be it be in the being you.
I can see it see in the seeing you.
I can feel it feel in the feeling you.
Love you, love you, love you more!
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la laa

Certainly no words form in their lay,
Sure enough no way can ever stay,
Evidently no tide without a bay
No proof of thought would seem without a say

I don't come there then
Then I don't come there.
I can think it thinking in the thoughts of you.
I can say it saying in the words of you.
I can know it knowing in your know-how, so
Love you, love you, love you more!
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la laa

Me and my me
On the rocks of is,
Me and my me
In the flocks of bliss.

Me and my me
In the sea to come
Me and my me
reaching out to some.

Me and my me
In the sands of was
Me and my me
On the strands of before.

Me and my me
In the ocean of came
me and my me
Running of from aim.

I would be and you would ever seem
You would see me on a sunny beam
They would form a day-woven-in a dream.
The dream is was as our next move is in team

I don't come here now
Now I don't come here.
I remember was as my remembrance is.
I forget what was as my forgetting is.
I pluck in the happenings of move in is.

Seen from a picture time is a frame.
Being a frame is a movement with no aim;
A movement with no aim is whole
And as it turns to was; it is the same,
The same is what we fear,
When we, when we enter the frame, -
For the frame divide us
The same being the picture it's inkeepings
And it's name

I don't come here now,
Then I don't come here!
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la laa

Me and my I
In the boat of time,
Me and my I
Time describe in rime.

Me and my I
Turning time to terms,
Me and my I
Turning terms to teams.

Me and my I
As we turn the tide,
Me and my I
Still eternal ride.

Me and my I
back into the picture-frame.
Me and my I
from what was is seems the same.

Prettily - but soon I'll have to go,
A picture-change that I'm not supposed to know;
All the flowers in my garden grow
Watch the days they're down in bestowed

I don't come here now
Now I don't come here.
I can be it be in the being you.
I can see it see in the seeing you.
I can feel it feel in the feeling you.
Love you, love you, love you more!
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la la
La la la la la la - la la la la la laa