I want you to imagine that you're floating downstream,
With your head on a pillow of the purest cotton wool.
Your feet are in front of you, but you cannot see them.
Your eyes towards the blue sky, the sun warming your hair.

There is music all around you, and it touches your soul.
Your mind is as light as a feather and floats without direction
Like a paper bag caught in a swirl between the tower blocks.
You care not about the worries of the world. You are free.

Imagine your hands raised, holding water for the briefest while.
The white clouds above dissolve into the billowing sheets
That surround the boat which you imagine you are laying in,
As you cannot float this well, and your body is not wet.

The banks roll by with their perfect green carpet of grass.
The birds are arranging themselves into letters from the song
That fills your mind, so that all you know is what is sung,
And all that matters is the way in which the lyrics flow.

You feel the pull of the tide towards the sea, and the swell.
Behind you might lie the answers to all you cannot understand,
But forward is the only way to go. You drift, you float, you smile.
A little pirouette as an eddy twists the boat around quite slow.

Unaware and feeling high, the crescendo comes and waters ebb.
The sounds of water thundering down the falls just seconds away.
You have reached the point you'd wanted to find, right here.
And as you fall so many feet, you wish it could all begin again.