• The world revolves around me,
    Revolves around you,
    This stick of glue,
    Whilst we stuck all our ambitions,
    On the ceiling,
    So decieving,
    We watch them fall,
    We watch them all.

    And while we wait,
    By Cinammon Lake,
    We talk to God, who seems irate,
    But he forgives us,
    Or so we're told, we merrily recall,
    That Angels are our centerfold.
    Angel is the centerfold.

    Origami is a clever thing,
    Turning paper into anything,
    This puzzle, this game,
    We'll put on a plaster,
    To forget the pain.
    Sweet and juicy grapes,
    Make everything better,
    Along with a letter,
    That repeats the line:

    Was there anyone there to see you fly?
    Was there anyone there to see you fly?