lying here under mushroom skies

what a wonder it is to find

all the pink, orange, the red, the white

in these mushroom skies

lying on the grass, hand in mine

looking away from the skies

to see eyes wide, glossy and bright

and such a beautiful smile

for now it's only a dream as i fantasize

and i wander in this fake life

so i guess we're all just lies,

'cause we're lying here under mushroom skies