(Intro) Here comes the sun in a velvet disguise, Gold in his pockets and stars in his eyes. He speaks in riddles, he sleeps in the rain, He disappears and appears again. A kingdom of nonsense, a palace of light, Everybody's wrong and everybody's right. The world turns yellow, the moon turns green— Nothing is quite what it seems. “If the world makes sense, you've been dreaming all along.” (Outro.)
