This could be a story of mind or soul and we Sit down round the fire quietly It's not quite night so we have lots of time Are you sad? No we're sleeping Psychotic paper ships we pass To each other oh so fast And think about the father And I wanna thank you For what you've done to me And I want you to forgive me For everything Ain't you fed up with traveling around alone Passing through so many different people When they try to tell you every day You are telling them the same About what's good And what's evil But take it easy one day you learn What is what for It won't trouble you anymore It won't trouble you