Floating Through The Air On A Small Purple Cloud
Slipping In And Out Of Your World, Back Into Mine
Flying And Dipping In The Plains And Valleys
Crashing Hard Into The Ground, I Fall From My Cloud
Drooling Savagely I Search For My Pacifer And Gum
Slipping The Pacifer Into My Mouth I Rise Slowly
As My Head Clears The Clouds I Stop And I Think
Why Do They Call This Ecstacy? The Fall Hurts