its a relative idea
without positive thought
a compulsive brain wave
makes me think what i ought

its the cloudless sky
without a bird in sight
a vast blue plain
has me dreaming of flight

its the long sharp note
beginning a melody
the opening line
gets me nodding along

its the look you have
subtle yet indiscreet
the view from here
and im running in the street

its the things we hear
see and think weve seen
its the ways we feel
touch and interpret

its your mind like mine
but totally different