I'll take you to the bayside,

and we can wet our feet in the water together,

and watch the seagulls peck at the fisherman's wares.

And on the other, side of the pier,

there'll be fishermen holding dear

their loved ones for soon they'll cast off to sea,

and as the sails acend into the great heavens

we'll cast our amends

in little glass bottles

out into the unknown,

and maybe, they'll weather the weather.

Look up, higher and higher, you will see them,

gallantly posing in any shape or form you think you want to see.

and they'll look down on the green grass fields

and wish for something that they cannot feel

and call it their wish and it shall soon become theirs.

You just can't stop to think and stop to wonder

about how everything is going under,

and soon our heros wont be what heros should be.

And while we sigh, thinking of the greater,

and landslide'll come

and create a creater

any decent meteor would be jealous of.

I feel like an astmatic stuck

in a room filled with people

each of them, smoking a few cigarettes.

And they'll laugh, as I'm going under

my eyesight fails me once I hear the thunder

of the Doctor's laughter, when he's high on LSD.

Look up, higher and higher, you will see them,

gallantly posing in any shape you think you want to see.

Oh, and they'll look down on the green grass fields

and wish for something that they cannot feel

and call it their wish and it shall become theirs.