They told me... gravity was law. They told me... what the cynics saw. A world of gray, where shadows creep, And all the promises... are yours to keep. But then you reached... and touched my hand, And shifted... all... the... sinking... sand. Look up, my love, the sky is wide, With velvet wings and painted hide. The pink ones dance... among the clouds, Above the gray and ghostly crowds. When the swine take wing, And the elephants sing, We hold on tight... to the impossible thing. The tusks are bright... the hides are rose. Beyond the height... where the ether flows. They’re circling... around the room, Dispelling... every... ounce... of... gloom. A drift of pigs, a heavy grace, Reflected... in... your... smiling... face. Analogue hearts... in a digital dream. Everything is... exactly as it seems. The "Never-Will"... has come to pass, Through the looking... looking... glass. Look up, my love, the sky is wide, With velvet wings and painted hide. The pink ones dance... among the clouds, Above the gray and ghostly crowds. When the swine take wing, And the elephants sing, We hold on tight... to the impossible thing. They're flying now. Good omens... in the air. Just stay... right... there.
