Happiness is in the mind Sight is in the mind's eye Looking through time Cutting open, a moment to see what's inside ♪ The rose is in the mind The thorn is in the mind's eye To find the blind spot It seems the ends aren't enough ♪ The last thing I want In this plane existence is Not to float myself into it As any bird might stop flying In the wind, a hole is the dream ♪ Living town is in the mind The sun is in the mind's eye On the edge of The inside I look upon a field of my thoughts that I ended, they fall Try to hide the light There's a mini circle now The last thing I want In this plane of existence is Not to float myself into it As any bird might stop flying In the wind, a hole is the dream