ChantingI'm the happy ghost wandering the horizonThe self-aggravating master divineAnd I'll be reborn under a human disguiseIn the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyesWith the perfect assurance of a master handI will paint you a picture of the master planWith none of your reasons and none of your rhymeGive me two scoops of sugar and the world is just fineSing itOnyxes and granites and mothers-of-pearlAnd the rings of gold and the marbled swirlsAnd the endless folds of glistening wingsWatch them bubbling effortlessly, colours sinkSmörgåsbord of vision and an orgy of tasteAnd the conspiracies and the sacreds are gracedWith a sense of the past, I'm behind in the raceAll the cravens in the world won't eclipse my embraceSing itLike water we're flowing, like water we're coolFlowing upstream and down into the poolGoing to the ocean can't explain it awayAnd ya hear my words and to enter the bayWhile at the ending you've committed no crimeJust open your ears and let my voice be your guideKeep your hands off the trigger, I'm controlling this rideIrrigate the green fields of your caverns insideSing itI'm the happy ghost wandering the horizonThe self-aggravating master divineAnd I'll be reborn under a human disguiseIn the circle of smoke 'round the fire in your eyes
