Looking out for a new sensation
Wondering what it is to be
Living in a world of imagination
Imagine what it's like to see
When the leaves turn brown
When they hit the ground
When there's no one there
It makes no sound
As the tide rolls in
Be ready to swim
Back to him

Four-fingered rings
Cracking jokes and breaking things
Four-fingered blings
Wielding swords and making kings
For those who know
We won't be there much longer though
But we will come back again

Looking out for a new decision
Every single place we go
What's the point in the recreation
Of the spaces down below
When the leaves turn brown
When they hit the ground
When there's no one there
It makes no sound
As the tide rolls in
Be ready to swim
Back to him
Four-fingered rings
Cracking jokes and breaking things
Four-fingered blings
Wielding swords and making kings
For those who know
We won't be there much longer though
But we will come back again

Looking out for a new sensation
Living in a world of imagination
Looking out for a new sensation
Living in a world of imagination
Looking out for a new sensation
Living in a world of imagination