In the meeting place I sit beside, betwixt the points of heaven

I befell a friendly atmosphere revolving around seven

Oh, that number mystified my soul and captured within feelings

Those of doubt and understanding, hand in hand they set me reeling



Met me a stranger, he came here to town

Bearing gifts full of promises, discoveries of light

Said me many reasons why my merry tale

Could be justified and just both together entwined

I tell you a reason, he said, "Bless you, you fool, you fool"

You want "so belief," yet you want so much

More," you seeker

Now I see you're baffled, yet again you administer fear

Of the unexpected, you don't know the score

Everywhere you look you release parts of your senses

And everywhere there's purpose in answer to all your dreams

I can hear you saying what a dreamer, what a fool to life

Isn't it a pity that he won't come back to earth



Haven't you imagination, and is it not available

How you can be sooner or later than your thinking

Haven't you imagination and is it so impossible

That you ask of everything so your eyes can see clearly



So in an instant your story bound

A desert, the underground, on mountains high

A glacier, the heat of the day



City jungle, the sky at night

In space on a starry night

An atmosphere impossible

So you never really care



So we talk about the strength of dreams

And we talked at length of every dream

And we talked about the strength of dreams

And we talked about the strength of dreaming



I befell a friendly atmosphere revolving around seven

Oh, that number mystified my soul and captured within feelings

Those of doubt and understanding, hand to hand they set me reeling



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