felt like a passive regime
maybe it was just a dream
pushin time outta the way
look out it's a brand new day

looked at me with his stir fried eyes
like I'm some kinda guru teacher in disguise
holy towers open wide
like it's something I just can't hide

everything is possible here
even those ghosts that you fear

lookin up with a mudstained smile
paperclip face from some memory file
open up let the smoke drift in
then this dream can really begin

then he flashed me that freeligious smile
like some kinda belief just ain't his style
gaps are holes that become our world
was it really me that opened up that door

when those brows seem to arch so high
hope this jerk will pass me by

prickly edged people in a purposeful way
bent down low hey buddy you feelin okay

paranoia stains like graffitti on your mind
you know imagination can leave it all behind

shake your head with some disdain
like my existance is causing you pain

humour came and the moments fade
vision turning choose into a matter of shades

pan won't you come and play your song
show us all where we are strong
illusion and confusion define the things we see
I know what I thought I saw but was it really me