 I swear I'm seeing things, colors come and go. I'm hearing classical music except it's rock and roll. I think I'm growing wings, I've never been so stoned. Standing in the crowd, but man, I feel like I'm alone. I'm seeing energy, feeling sideways. Floating down, well, I'm all rotted anyway. Anyway, I'm feeling just like a spaceman. Staring at the stars, laying face on the page.