[Verse]
Living without you is difficult
But our dead dreams await in my mushroom art
Do not observe her beauty
Cloud-faced old man winking, you see, he tests me
He wants I should join him in gratitude
For his craft, he calls this love but hardly so

[Chorus]
Happy the universe, happy is the act
A bejeweled crow on a quilted tent
Yes, at the zenith, our dead dreams await

[Solo]

[Verse]
Living without you is difficult
But our dead dreams await in my mushroom art