Around your head, a bright laser wreath.
You're a Star on space.
Just hold my hand like a wave holds a curl,
And at your command your heart will unfurl.
Ohhh, I need to touch your face.
And you'll always see
the things you're not told.
Don't get involved with things you read.
Inside yourself is a voice
you should heed.
Leave me and surely I'll lose touch the Real.
Can you hear me now?
All I can give you is substance of thought.
I feel not sincere with things that are bought.
Pull my fruit from the bough.