A thousand colourful shadows dancing round my head, Rejoicing to, the awakening of the dead, Dancing to the beat of a skinless drum, While the deaf man sings, along with the dumb. Ten tin soldiers they mime in tune With three madmen waiting for a full moon The hounds and the huntsmen chased by the fox Ten thousand words in a cardboard box There he goes on another voyage of his own delusion Never knowing where the next thought will take him