[00:00.15]Chris dreja jim mccarty jeff beck keith relf paul samwell smith
[00:12.78]Looking at the world around
[00:15.87]For the very first time
[00:18.93]Never seen it all before
[00:21.90]Hope it's not all mine
[00:24.09]On Monday morning all alone
[00:43.14]I woke within my house of stone
[00:43.89]I ventured forth unto the day
[00:44.52]These things I saw upon my way
[00:47.13]Trees and flowers were wrapped around
[00:47.97]With people's castoffs on the ground
[00:49.17]Roads and noise of glass and steel
[00:50.22]And people snared within the wheel
[00:50.97]Tuesday looked into the sky
[00:51.57]Where birds in peace were left to fly
[00:54.63]Thunder rolled and lightning flashed
[00:55.38]I watched the world as people dashed
[00:56.28]Friday's sadness began to creep
[00:57.03]Upon me like the deepest sleep
[01:01.59]It seemed that only I could see
[01:05.64]Just what my world would finally be
[01:06.45]On Sunday back inside my room
[01:07.20]I draw the blinds
[01:07.62]'Tis afternoon
[01:07.92]I let my mind find its own ways
[01:12.87]Farewell to future days