How can you just leave me standing Alone in a world that's so cold? So cold Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied She's never satisfied Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like When these cry

A golden one was part of an odyssey; I'm just the shorn coat of a farm animal.

Wears a green crown on top of its head, And has tiny brown seeds on the outside instead. Is juicy and sweet and bright ruby red

Up above where dreams may fly, a blanket vast and wide. Birds dance and clouds pass by, in this endless overhead guide.

I build little worlds behind closed eyes, where fish can talk and elephants fly.