it's like it was yesterday
it's like it never happened

it's like i'm dreaming
it's like the walls are bouncing back and forth

i raise my hand
yeah doc weird stuff is happening in my head

everything is beautiful, if one can call man-made things beautiful
and the dead are playing on the stereo

the plastic white orchidé looks beautiful and pretty
like that book the celestine prophecy

opening your eyes for beauty
i don't even know which dead song this is, let me check

sing me back home, !!!accident!!! that it would have some type of meaning
feels like i'm slowly floating and swimming through jello

well page, isak, hit the title again
it's like it was yesterday
it's like it never happened

i can see the great smile and all that good stuff
getting mundane my field of vision call it enough