Once on a windy day I would see the clouds floating past my window And as they would drift away, so my life begins Far from an eagle's grasp A score of winds swamp the furnished meadow To dream on a lonely past, someone's life begins Don't stop me looking everywhere There's nothing in your head, and you're not aware You're nothing, any way you look And you know about the lies in your head You want to know that you have these things in your head Seen through an open mind The worlds I thought very deep in all men I'm lying here passing time, on what lies within Don't stop me looking everywhere There's nothing in your head, and you're not aware You're nothing, any way you look And you know about the lies in your head You want to know that you have these things in your head