You never dried the jellyfish, I never kidnapped the stork
Although the opposite poles were far away for so long ago before
Just like the wings of a butterfly that started a World War
The closing of your eyes was expecting for much more

Now all the semaphores that passed above my head
Like flowers covered by the dust, smothered and dead
They won’t lie to me and I won’t blame Tourette’s
Just know I never intended to take you to somewhere wet

I don’t believe in practical things
I don’t believe in all the things along the way
But, I don’t believe in practical things

There was the transparent lady writing a poem for her son
And the while-you-sleep watcher waited for too long
Now I know that all that’s left is just another road-movie song
And this unpleasant feeling when you think you’ve done something wrong

Now better ask yourself if the next round will be the one to fall
Or how many parts were there inside the russian doll
Everytime the hope is lost, don’t you know that I feel small
No reason to regret, there never was at all

I don’t believe in practical things
No, I don’t believe in many things along the way
I’ll never cut your wings in all the things along the way
I don’t want to release conformity in belief

Soldiers leave your dreams
Teenies cut your wings
Mothers throw your rings
Gods bury the winds

Soldiers cut our wings
Teenies throw your rings
Mothers live your dreams
Gods bury the winds

You’ll never wait so long, you’ll never fall so far
You’ll never feel small, you’ll never be alone

No more remorse
No, no more

W&M : Roger