lucy in the sky with diamonds

believe me when i tell you.

charcoal in a paper cup. fold over the edges, closing open minds and letting my eyes close. "nothing's going to change my world" and pictures on the wall of the girl you've never seen. across the universe

thoughts and delights and blindly grabbing for things halfway around the world. happiness is a warm gun? stop telling me it's not true. and these guitar strings tell all, so can't you be happy for me. can't you hear me. "it's not what you do, it's the way you do it."

hey jude, don't make it bad; take a sad song, and make it better.

"i thought it was the other side that dropped bombs."

sitting on the edge of a skyscraper, overlooking too many;

and we forget. we forget too easily. taking your broken wings and learning to fly all your life, blackbird. to watch, over and over again. to feel a striking difference. into the .. into it. whatever it is. this is what i long passion for. a kind of belonging i never understood. she's so heavy in my mind. welcome back's and good bye's.

did you give her the right address? i was so sure i saw her.

it's okay. nothing is labeled anything, ever. it's good to be back. keep moving. microphone feedback on the top of a building, only a direct message that a sentimental man would hear. i can't distinguishably tell you, but..

nothing you can do that can't be done;

nothing you can sing that can't be sung.

nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.

breathe, free me.

and i'm walking in strawberry fields forever.