作词 : Chandler
Plastic unicorns point at you
Sideways faces are nothing new
Psychedelic sunrise at the footof the bed
You get all this when you feedyour head
Cellophane people,multi-colored sky
Scenery changes in the winkof an eye
You can smell the colors,hearthe lights
A bit of mind food works everytime
Black turns to white,red turnsto green
The world looks better than it'sever seemed
The walls are melting,thecurtains breathe
Nothing can touch you whenyour mind is free
Your mind is free
Yeah you're mine!