Laying in a bed of grass Feels like floating. Watching the trees clouds passing and the sun - in the eye. The phone rang some weird voice spoke to me "And the moles with no eyes but yet not blind, six arms and one leg but not a lone. Standing in the light but yet unseen wings like a fish tail like a bird." Strange words in the dark and the elephants on the wall. Trembling I write my dreams, I recollect a vision from the past. On the other side of the field I heard, I heard a rumor. "Feels like two feels like three feels like something is in the tree." The song was fading away evidence of things unseen. But I believe I found, I found myself laying in a bed of grass.