When I looked at the creator I was impressed by the indifference Moving rocks and trees all the things That I could have ever think about Here I dreamed I was a human And I walked down the alley And I took a sense of anything That was carried by the wind And I passed by some foxes Dancing in the garden with unlimited unconcern And there is no place I would rather be Here I dreamed I was a hunter Searching for my lost self And what I found was just an empty box Filled with everything But me And there is no place I would rather be All these feelings That I had And these feelings That I want to have There are horses above the flowers Jumping off the waterfall Into the river of joyful sadness Where they'll never come out Here I dreamed I was a Blackbird Flying above the clouds And I was fulfilled with emptiness Followed by flimsy delight And there is no place I would rather be All these feelings That I had And these feelings That I want to have All these feelings That I have And these feelings That I want to have