The skin is peeling off the walls As he's looking all around The world starts changing in oh so many different ways He's never seen before His friend comes sailing down the stream In a wooden basket made of dreams He takes his hand and they go flying through the night His eyes wide open as the sky Then they fly up to the moon, and go inside And they lie down on the grass, which was made with his eyes His friends hair it finds a way into the ground Then it grows up to the sky, and becomes all the trees they see around