It’s fine with me to stay in my delusion,
I’ll accept the divide in interests
And draw my own non-conclusions

Driven towards a clouded horizon
Through programmed seasons
Carry my doubts in a bag of hope
Hanging around till the suns line up

Happiness is a matter of point of view
Visions refract through prisons
Choose your ray of light

Infinity beams through holes in the kite
Sailing the sky all through the night

Let’s go anywhere, cross the edge, you decide
Everywhere, time is still on our side

We’ll do anything, if it makes sense for you and me
Anywhere as long as it’s far overseas

My identity is just what it seems
My identity is whatever you think it is