A Dali sky ~ A walrus eye ~ Cubes that fit
Soft Lips sings a song (so existential) and whispers words irrelevant
In a world so meaningless of fire, swans and elephants

Searched the world to try and find a better way to get beyond it
Moons are made of blue cheese when they rise in Dali Sky
Dug the man and tried to find a better way to use his eyes
Eggs and time and geese are free to fly in Dali Sky

Twisted scenes of liquid dreams from the rowbar man
With paintbrush hands he spreads and strokes on canvasses
Hangs it for our world to see
Fantasy reflecting life = Art reflecting fantasy

Searched the world to try and find a better way to get beyond it
Moons are made of blue cheese when they rise in Dali Sky
Dug the man and tried to find a better way to use his eyes
Eggs and time and geese are free to fly

Dug the man and tried to find a better way to use his eyes
Eggs and time and geese are free to fly in Dali Sky
Contemplating contemplation - Faces strobed with devastation
Moons are made of blue cheese and old rice in Dali Sky