I give it all to the world as the world returns it all to me,
I know that everything belongs to the universe,
And the universe is forever free.
Time moves me along strung out on a string,
And life is a painted gun that leaves you to believe,
As long as you listen to each bird sing.
The blackness of the sky turns into everything we know,
White, red, yellow and greens unfold before our external sight,
We only see certainly the things the universe decides to show.
So it’s the silence that resonates throughout my mind,
Because the particles show me everything for one reason,
They do not want me to leave them behind.