As my world turns, and flips and goes side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side, I see all these things before me lain to waste, gone now here again away forever to return this coming never, always there and never needed, never there and always sought, as my world turns I sometimes forget where I'm standing, and where I've stood or sought to stand, side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side I see them all entwined side-to-side side-by-side floating to and fro to some invisible flow. As my world turns I need something more to look for and let these things slip from my hands and fall gently to the rough ground and as my world turns it enlarges, it contracts deeply and it expands widely, when my world turns, the trees grow, the wind blows, the oceans rage and clam, the birds and the bees frolic and die wither and fry, the lands are set ablaze in burning passion which subsides as quickly as it started, when my world turns I see these things before my eyes. When my world turns I stand still and watch the skies.