They don’t call you crazy When you are an accountant They don’t call you crazy When you are a mechanic Nor do they call you crazy If you are a doctor, an engineer, a carpenter or a cleaner But they call you crazy When you make music for the soul When you create art from your mind… and not sell to the world When you play the beat of the heart When you sing the song of the devil Or when you surrender to the universe You are no different from me yet I am far away I touch you… feel you… understand you You touch me… well… can’t feel me For I am thin air… lost in the fair Catch me if you can… touch me If you dare! In my defense... this was written in my sleep... well, i actually dreamt this! If it doesn't make much sense, now you know why :p
A whole lot of non-sensical trash